The light in my eyes burns low as the gateway to my soul starts to suffocate like a candles feint flicker fading away. This leaky heart drips drops of hope through a slow draining sieve, with warmth escaping , cold like a cunning trickster slowly starves this depleted vessel of all sensation.
Living only to steal shallow breaths for fear of the greedy hand of rot that has pillaged my wilting will that like a running wound oozes life.
This I would still prefer to your "love" that repeatedly left me lifeless and limp cowering behind high walls of stone mending shredded flesh in secret In self imposed shackles, far too tight, constantly cutting into bruised wrists.
So I longingly look at those outside while I am so lost inside myself, hoping someone, somehow penetrates this prison of isolation soon
As my grip starts to slip I look down at the haunting black beneath where I was once consumed, where I am afraid to fall again from where I still haven't healed.
Drawing a dead man's last breath I'm unafraid in defiance of death. I let my vice fail, to embrace the abyss. As absolute black washes over me in it's powerful pull I begin to drown, while my weighty corpse starts to sink
The last of my air bubbles away with empty eyes And nothing to say the wounds that wash an ocean red, are the reason I will wind up dead