Powerless Within

Its time to come undone
thy pain is the answer to unwillingness which kills me so.
Dead veins roaming from within shedding the blood that gave life. Yet now is being taken away by the misery living in the dark shadows finding nothing but loneliness and despair.
So death shall be thy answer in a suicide note written to thin air from blood stains that show memories gone forever.
Wishing and hoping they will come back but only to know they are long gone and darkness over comes you drilling into your skin like a blade to the wrist.
Make it all one thing to hope for as silence is in the midst and torment is drawn in. Casually creeping like a serpent of dead flesh which dries you up from all the happiness you could ever have.
A goal to live the life you never had while sitting in your own flesh and blood. Spilling out like the mud from which a corpse is dumped. You can almost taste the words that spread from my mouth. The graves of hollow pain taken in by those
who choose to give you that grief and stress.
Can you see my pain and misery that lie beneath a blade that cuts you off from the outside?
can you smell the burning souls which die from disposed graves buried never to be seen again?
This place of hatred and the violence that terrors from within grabs the core of my soul which is shattered by emptiness and lost words which spill from the heartless ones. So as you watch me in torment drowning in a pool of sorrow, you see that there is nothing left of me when there comes a tomorrow.