There is a heaviness within me
that never leaves,
no matter what I do,
no matter what I say.
Omnipresent,
like a death sentence:
slow,
cruel.
My thoughts are curses,
blasphemous, dark, vile,
a constant sacrilege
against a power too great
to subjugate.
I'm held in chains,
my humanity a gift
wrapped in a cage.
I try to run,
but it claws at my skin.
Now I'm left
with bones and veins,
dragging myself through the sand
as the clock ticks,
a reminder
that my time will soon end.
My arms flail in despair,
reaching for an anchor
before I vanish
into an abyss
too vast to comprehend.
Yet an echo chants in verses,
a lament of truth
that feels like a burden:
All is fleeting.
Nothing stays.
Love comes in waves.
It drowns you
in euphoric bliss,
where two souls intertwine
for a single kiss.
Then you're alone,
washed up on the shore,
wondering
when it began
and how it came to end.
You bask in the light of happiness,
but darkness always follows,
leaving you cold and hollow.
Only death is certain.
Only you exist.
Others are but mirrors.
Their reflections never change,
a constant dissonance
between who I am
and what I try to escape.
I've been cast out of heaven
to rot in this hell,
among demons and devils
whose desires drip like venom.
Greed in their eyes,
wrath in their hearts,
sweet nothings
masked beneath lust.
Cleanse me of this place.
Burn me:
sevenfold,
tenfold.
Rid me of this plane.
Banish me to silence,
where death does not toll,
to the place where time
exists only as a shadow.
