I do not enjoy living in the darkness of your universal fantasies,
My life forever shunned into the loneliness of which I have created for myself.
Gasping,
Choking,
Suffocated upon your relentless anger soon to be released unto me,
Thrusting through to my soul with a silvery stiletto,
Leaving me to bleed from the wounds
Of which you have ripped the stitches.
Gasping,
Choking,
Reaching for the hand held before me, soon to tug away,
Letting me drown in my own hate and despair,
Crimson red trickling consciously from my engraved flesh.
Gasping,
Choking,
I can see the light far ahead,
The fire of which you shall soon extinguish,
Forcing me to live to standards of which I can not attain.
Leaving me in the dark to face my demons alone,
The terror that my soul shall be consumed in the process,
Whipped by the flames.
Gasping,
Choking,
The breath of life,
Gone.
Chelsea JL Kieler
Author notes
Written October 11th, 2005
