Penetrated to the core, my heart bleeds
from sorrow
hatred
anger
And pain.

Resentment flowing like blood through my veins
I speak not the words of forgiveness,
But the words of rage.
I feel not the tears on my face,
tears of guilt and regret.

Lost in the depth of my darkness
Voices of my trapped soul echoed,
Distant from the savior.
I fear not of death,
For death is a friend of mine.

Death, she brings nothing but
thoughts manipulating my mind.
Breath taking, horrifying, tormenting moments
I shared with her. DEATH

Matters of my heart,
Constantly seeking emancipation...
For life does not reside in me.
Fear propelled I from the stillness of my mind.

Drowned myself from the rejuvenated river
of my illusive thoughts.
Could it be that everything is an illusion?
Or manifestations of the power of my tongue?

I know not the truth, for life was deceitful.

Allowing me to await the presence of my dear friend,
Death.
As I find myself lost in the voices in my head.
She planted a seed, the root to all evil.
Allowing me to wait hopelessly.