Alone but not for the constant ringing in my ears, the echo of your voice fading quickly to follow you into oblivion and leave me entirely alone.
I see your ghost sometimes, and would believe it to be if not that I knew you still drew breath, leaving me to question whatever sanity I retained after your departure from my life, be it I retained any at all, perhaps I am truly and utterly out of my mind,
Except that I'm not, I'm trapped in here, with these thoughts and memories that keep me from sweet unconsciousness, no, I don't deserve the peace, or at least some deity has decided so, for no matter what I attempt to combat this incarceration, I fall short of the mark and remain shackled, with one last question upon my lips... 'Will I never be free?'
Minutes to hours, hours to days, I drift through this pitiful excuse of an existence, haunted by the thoughts formed inside my mind, I am limited in emotion, in expression, the only one to come easily is anger, red hot and merciless, I want only but to destroy and it never entirely fades, that anger, that rage, it bides beneath the surface of my skin ready to erupt at the smallest thing.
I question the validity of my being human, at times I feel more like the manifestation of anger, were my skin red I would have no doubt... What am I? I feel like a time bomb, ticking away until the moment I go off and **** everything too close, in my darker moments of thought I see those killed as nothing but collateral damage, I do not care for the lives taken, and this in itself leads me to want an end to my own, before my time runs out and I incinerate those around me in a white-hot fury...