I am settling rather nicely in the darkness.
Graveyard of shattered hopes and dreams.
I get off on the shouts and screams,
Of anguish and despair.
I thrive on the sufferings of others and mine.
Dine on the fears that lurk in the crevices of minds.
Light blinds my eyes so I creep in the shadows
Of my own ******* tombstone,
Where salvation is unknown,
But somehow, it feels familiar, like home.
Demons of past passed me by every second.
But a second is a lifetime long.
Do I seek redemption? Do I want redemption?
Shall I claw aimlessly at the false persona of hope?
I know that my lifeline's gone.
Walking amongst broken spirits,
As I am them.
Condemned.
Barely alive. Am I? Alive?
I suffocate myself so I know I still breathe.
Press on the wounds that hurt so I know I still live.
But I am settling perfectly in the darkness.
Where fear cowers and the devil shudders.