This day never ends,
not for me.
Dressed in the guise of
weeks, months and years,
but to me,
it’s all one
never-ending day.
I am a wildcat in a cage
made of consequences,
vile people
and wrong turns.
I am not a child
nor a woman,
nor a human anymore.
I am an ANIMAL
trapped in a cage
made of flesh and bone,
tied and twisted
with veins and arteries
laced with toxic outrage
and liquid pain.
I am a BEAST
caught in a trap
so invisible,
no one else can see.
I am fangs and claws,
surviving only on the
basest instincts.
I want to rip
through flesh,
tear at my
private thoughts,
claw at the venomous
upsurge of emotion
flowing through
this battered heart
and dying spirit.
This day never ends,
not for me.
The years pass,
the scenery may change,
colors become muted,
life tastes bland,
but the day never ends,
never comes to a close.
It’s all a wicked
nightmare that screams
in your head,
then suddenly stops
and goes silent,
waiting for you to find
your comfortable place
again,
only to reach out
with sadistic pleasure
and grab you
with unremitting vigor.
If there is an end,
my eyes are blind to it.
One day I will
finally explode
and all that I am
and have ever been
will ooze out,
drenching everything
in its wake,
like hard rain.
One day the madness
will cease,
life will come to a
standstill;
till that time comes
my life will continue
on this dark, morbid road,
and the day will
never end…
at least not for me.
-by Mercurychyld
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Loathing life. It is what it is and always has been.