Dear god I feel
The horrors of hell
The weight of a thousand
Corpses
Hanging onto
Me.

Angels of death
Surround
The dead grass of
The winter.
Into forgotten
Temples of pain.

Burning bodies
Fill the hills with ash
Sprinkled
Amongst the fog.
Breath is short;
Falters.

I obsess
Over what I want
To say
To you.
Bad thoughts
Linger
For a very long time.

Never again
Will I look at
That thing that
Calls
You back.

Alcohol makes me sick
So does the way
That lovers fall out
Into
Hated enemies, or yet
Nothing.

My walls have been
Built
Toppled
Built up again.
I long for a way
To speak to you
Plainly.

Losing
The one I hold most dear
Would be
Unbearable,
But the light of the day
Is dwindling.

You are distant,
Cold
To the touch.
My heart
Feels weak, wet, beating.
Yours seems
So far
Away.

I want to break myself
Into a thousand
And one
Pieces.
Throw them off
Into
The sea.

I create my hell
Within a wall of pain, hurt,
Anger.
It destroys the soul
Builds the flesh
So heavy.

Within myself I want
To reach you
Embrace.
How long since
The last time we felt
One another?

Alone.
Lonely, loneliness, it
Seeps its way
Back
Into the pit of my stomach.
And I feel
So
Bad.