All i ever wanted, was an answer to my prayers. Crying so terribly abandoned at the foot of the stairs leading to heaven. Empty your eyes upon a shoulder and when it turns cold you know you have overstayed your welcome, and hells dogs are soon to come. what has become of me?
My skin has turned a pearly white my, my eyes look dead and filled with fright. These lies, Written on a mirror. the blood has frozen in my veins my head is filled with taunting laughter as the children play, paying no attention to me. Living dead often find no use for words ,they all spill out anyways laid bare against their bones where the skin has decayed.
Uneven heart beats lullaby's slowly crashed into a dead end stop, a dead end road. What has become of me? My tears fall and fade into a tangible darkness rippling in a deep lake of remorse. Rose petals lay upon the still waters red against black. Hope against consuming horrors. Waist deep silent screams tare me, pleading for an end. But no one hears the dead.
Waist deep i reach hoping for an answer, my fist finds the petals. Written on them is a message from the devil. They turn black in my hands proving what was written. I'm just a f--k up, a failure, a living breathing nightmare.
Everything i touch dies.
