Jan 2013
Sadness.*
Emotions so empty they hurt me no more.
I look for an exit. The meaning of life,
yet I find nothing more than this lonely room and my thoughts.
Have I ever been happy? Will I ever be?
Is there a new tomorrow? Is today even real?
Nightmares hunt me even while I'm awake.
Demons, witches, death and ghouls.
Staring at me crying in a corner,
with nothing left to hold on to.
No memories, no links to reality. Nothing.
Tears roll down my face
frozen by the cold in my heart
(if you can even call that a heart).
A heart once strong, but now so fragile
threatened to break any second.
It pumps blood no more.
It has no beat.
It's yet another ornament in my hollow body.
Darkness all around.
In my head, in my eyes, in my ears.
Ghastly figures dance around me, feasting on my fears.
Feeding on my insecurities.
Growing stronger as I grow weaker.
This torment I cannot escape.
The doors and windows have been long gone.
Not even death will fulfill my wish to leave
for there is no more death for me.
I've died so many times it just feels like waking up again.
Despair. Anxiety. Emptiness.
The last shine of light has gone...
the smile beneath it all.
*Fade to black!
Emotions so empty they hurt me no more.
I look for an exit. The meaning of life,
yet I find nothing more than this lonely room and my thoughts.
Have I ever been happy? Will I ever be?
Is there a new tomorrow? Is today even real?
Nightmares hunt me even while I'm awake.
Demons, witches, death and ghouls.
Staring at me crying in a corner,
with nothing left to hold on to.
No memories, no links to reality. Nothing.
Tears roll down my face
frozen by the cold in my heart
(if you can even call that a heart).
A heart once strong, but now so fragile
threatened to break any second.
It pumps blood no more.
It has no beat.
It's yet another ornament in my hollow body.
Darkness all around.
In my head, in my eyes, in my ears.
Ghastly figures dance around me, feasting on my fears.
Feeding on my insecurities.
Growing stronger as I grow weaker.
This torment I cannot escape.
The doors and windows have been long gone.
Not even death will fulfill my wish to leave
for there is no more death for me.
I've died so many times it just feels like waking up again.
Despair. Anxiety. Emptiness.
The last shine of light has gone...
the smile beneath it all.
*Fade to black!
Not in my best, yet not exactly my view on life. Inspired on all the times we feel down, and it seems as if we can't get back up.
P.S. You CAN get back up ;)
P.S. You CAN get back up ;)
