Ripped apart at the seams.
This all feels like a horrible dream.
A weary head,
Falling out of bed.
Sleepless nights.
Horrible frights.
No one to turn to,
In my time of need.
Someone just look,
I'm going to scream.
Tears of acid
Tears of blood.
Tears that always continue to flood.
They start to spill
into my lungs
They're drowning me.
what have I become?
A creature of the night,
Who can't afford to love.
All it does Is craves what is above.
The darkness and tears
Drown it's soul.
Unrecognizable to those untold.
If you ever see
It's dark scarred face.
Look away,
And keep your pace.
No sympathy for those who weep.
And as they say,
Those who are
My body is heavy with these beaten and bruised limbs.
My mind is clouded with cluttering thoughts of Suicude.
I walk to my room, but this place is of no comfort to me.
I lie in bed next to the man i once loved, but is now just a stranger to me.
I curl up and try to find solace in sleep, but even that is a mild joke which leaves a bad taste in my mouth.
I dream of strange and frightening things.
To most they would be strange and frightening.
When I open my mind I am greeted with the chill steel that embraces my lips.
Pull the trigger.
I am shadowed by terrifying creatures that devour my soul with their grim smile.
You are going to die.
But i