This feeling deep down inside.
Don't know what it is,
But it's eating me alive.

These monsters of the mind,
They make their victims cower.
You can run, but you can't hide,
Because from beneath you, they devour.

These demons of the soul
They're the thoughts that scare you most.
You can't even feel whole,
Because you're empty. You're a ghost.

But you don't know what are these things.
So you always wonder - "who?"
Are they evil creatures? Fiends?
The answer is simple.
It's you.

These fears of the heart,
They turn you into a coward.
Even when you run, you're back on the start.
Because from inside you... it devours.

Dark


I can feel the empty loneliness, the dire sadness in your words
Black on white letters arranged in sorrow’s indelible font
Tear drop tense in flowing cradles of desperation
sad eyes of whys, question mark patterns
on stark gray silk, neatly pressed
offered no one in particular,
a butterfly necklace
weeping on skin
fading slowly
into the
dark
~
“I fell and my eyes could not see,
you were gone and my heart shattered”
~
dark
gloomy
skies drip
memories from
charcoal rain clouds
flooding emotions on the brink
blinding the sight of anything good
dancing on the broken stoop of splintered
dreams and broken hearts clinging barely to breath
screaming to invisible heavens and gagged reasons lost
somewhere beyond the here and there, where she does wait