Devoured by insanity,
gently I weep through these
memories that have burned me
down, a thousand times over.
Tears silently lost from recoiled
battles. My dreams stained in blood,
dead roses for my lips, I smile in
fear to the fading light.
Voices cloud my head,
insulting me and breaking me
apart. Winter my six month
coffin, and the rain my only
salvation.
Starvation for this silver with the
edge to shatter this bottled pain.
desire your touch, yet your nowhere
for my cries.
Slowly, Slowly, Slowly.
I fall without end. Alone I stand,
in the warmth of desperation.
My heart drowning under the waves
of madness.
Home, this hell, My home.
Asylum of my curse.
Author notes
"Four walls, trapped. Ashes of burned memories to live on. Bloodstained roses to love. Nothing is worth breathing. My mind is taken and my heart is dead."
Sincerely,
D.Wolf Tasagka
A contest entry
- quaint by raw love.
800 points, ended July 26, 7 entries
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wow. dark write here. its painful to read this, the emotions were so poewrful. keep writing, hope you feel better
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having had my own moments of madness I know this place. I especially like the line about winter being your 6 month coffin. However I would've enjoyed reading more of a story here, more pieces that we could relate to, because your the pictures you've painted are tragic and keen. But I think the essence that would make it better is just a bit more soul. A bit more of you leaking through the words.
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