Attempt to speak--
The words are clogged.
Full of dark,
Dark misery chiding in with
Pain--
The pain that is inconceivable.
Regret seeps in and the
Loss for words
Vanishes,
But so does the desire.
My spirit remains silent,
Full of anguish,
But incapable of returning
To that state of delight.
Misery shrugs,
Indifferent to the present circumstance.
It has no fear,
Only want of causing
Pain,
Heartbreak.
Its chilling heartbeat
Speaks of its desire to destroy.
Its icy hand grips
A frozen heart--
Mine.
Or at least that's what I'm told--
Frozen to the core.
I'm not me--
I'm a puppet,
A figment of your imagination.
I don't belong here.