death, a hope of reality.

Darkness wins the light in my heart,

As I turn pure evil.

Thoughts turn to acid,

And dreams to bitter nightmares.

Hope turns to death for help,

Out of my hellish reality.

Laughter lost its sweetness,

To my deaf ears.

Love is lost on the journey,

To my blackened heart.

Hollowness becomes my best friend,

Sitting alone in the dark.

Pushed away from the world,

I need to be alone.

I feel no sun,

On my deathly pale skin.

September holds new possiblities,

To my drownding mind.

But i know it's all fake,

In my little world only blood rules.

The End

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