I'm tired of feeling
Like I don't exist,
As if I've disappeared, and
The world has closed eyelids.
Here I am, stuck in the abyss
Being intimately touched
By the fingers of loneliness
And on my lips,
Anxiety's kiss sits;
Lingering spit,
So thick that it sticks.
I don't belong in a world of tricks,
Where stones break bones
And words can't hurt.
Yet still, in my skull
Those voices echo;
Reverberating a pain,
That I surely don't know.
These feelings are just ghosts
Whose hauntings come and go,
Wailing, when life continues
Digging this hole,
That will hold my brittle bones.
Where I'll fold and decompose
Inside my Mother, in my home.
I walk over our tomb, ignored
While happy people
Make happy corpses;
Entwined skeletons,
Rotting in each other's company.
And I'm all alone,
With my mind of lunacy.
Constantly speaking,
To myself in sorry lines
That sometimes tend to rhyme,
Trying to consume the hole of time;
Wholly corrupting my already
Corrupt mind.
Continually rewinding my life
Until I find the courage
To see the part where I die.

-SLuR