Surrounded.
These shrill voices mock
and close in on me until
I feel like there is no escape
route available except through
the intolerable heart chamber.
I can't even face myself.
Deceived.
Dark fingers carve their enigmas
into my own flesh and bones,
suddenly my word doesn't inspire
but dissipates a wicked dead spirit
where no life can be created.
I don't know what happened.
Fed.
False assumptions quench envious eyes
there seems to be a never ending dosage
of twilight sorrow and lustful blackness,
I keep pushing further near the edge
soon I have to end this fight and just jump.
I need to be saved from who I am.
