There are feelings, desires, wants and needs
I can no longer fulfill due to the wall that stands
Before me, enclosing me in the circle of cool bricks,
The feeling of distancing glowing brighter like a branding iron.
I sit in this metal chair and run my fingers through browning hair,
The vibrant red fading away with parts of me that burned off;
My eyes sting from the smoke that is my burning heart,
Decorating my floor in ashes and dust.
I beg and I plead from within this circle of solitary confinement
For someone to save me from myself,
My own hands trembling with the yearn
To cause the blood to flow from my throat.
Can no one see the emptiness that haunts my once lively eyes?
But then again, how can anyone save me if I haven't the slightest clue
As to what ails my breaking, masked heart
And my dark, demon infested mind?
