Lair of the unseen

by ben thompson   Jun 21, 2007


Lair of the unseen insanities new found home.
Forging through a darkened mire feeling so alone.

Isolation's prison sparks a fire made of fear.
Emptiness my tomb mind been trapped for years.

Searching for my lost treasures, soul devoid of light.
The hunt my only meaning through a endless night.

Voices cut through my reason, slicing like a knife.
Never will they dissipate crushing freedom from my life.

In these catacombs of sorrow, i finally find some rest.
By placing a bullet in my head, the voices say its best.

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  • 17 years ago

    by Cindy

    What a dark and intense piece you have penned. The sadness of feeling there is no reason to go on is very well portrayed in this write.
    Excellent job!
    Take care Cindy

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