failure
is all I amount to
and a count of two score
re-affirms
this life I deplore
I feel more alone
then I ever have before;
this ache
claims its calamitous stake
and I wish not to anymore-
I'm ready to lay
to flay ground
to steal sanctity's sound
to humbly say
its better if I wasn't around
for joy, for me
is no where to be found
and death
keeps making alluring ground
it offers peace,
release
from demons that get me down;
I long for comfort
to somehow fit
but it seems I'm hit
with what are becoming distant scenes
these lifelong dreams
shatter seams,
they crucify screams
as it leaves me completely bereft
utterly upset
at how solitude is so mean-
I realise
with me
no one wants to be seen
so I surrender
and await
my blood to drip clean
to empty veins
in vacuous gains
until nothing about me
ever remains...
Adding your comment:
Holy Moly this grabs at the Heartstrings and I feel like I need to meditate for days after digesting this
with love & light~ Desire~*~
