Isolated as depression sets in, Yet the sun sets and the darkness begin, The coldness as my only domain, Tied up with fear ,hatred, pain , suffocating by the hands that made the chain, As a thousand letters scattered and thorn apart, portraying what once was my heart, Still I wonder what wouldve happened if this curse had to last, But now fade away like something part of my past. A faded light that never seemed to ease the bitterness I held for yore. Yet a million stars twinkling through a blackened night. An endless tale of suffering melting into a thick liquid that drained the soul from within. Realising that my being is no more. Dead by hearts, yet the end of my last breath ceased not. As these chains burn in torment, my beloved a blank image which erased her not in time. Oh, desolated soul crying in blood so thick, Was I destine to face my defeat by the hands of life itself? I have given up.. Up on all the suffering, Up on all the sleeplessness I faced for years. I am done, Im dead. Jayden Adams
Posted on: Mon, 20 Jan 2014 20:32:10 +0000
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