Isolationmature
The room is dark, so dark…
A pitch black void before my unseeing eyes
I do not blink
Not even once
My eyes are burning, I can feel it
Dead, dry, white and useless
There is warmth…
Sippering, flooding from within myself
I touch it
It is so thin
My spine is turning weaker and thinner,
Soon it will crack and break
I taste this liquid…
Yet it has no taste, it is merely ashes
Bitter, cold, faded
Not the least sweet
Instead I raise my trembling finger
For a wall just beside me
It is there…
I know this damned, rottening hole
It's my home
My only home
I sweep across the rough surface
With my gory hand
I laugh….
Laugh…
Laugh!
Oooh…¨
…I shall die here…
Die away, far away, far from you
From the world!
From it all…
I hate you, precious life, you ugly…
Sweet, deceiving life.
*moaning*
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Isolation, which
was posted on Dec 2, 2010 by
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