Whispers , whispers in my head..
"Walk along with me into the darkness , the darkness ..
Entrancing , enthralling ...
Give in , let go.. "

Floating into oblivion
Hope fading away
Pain peircing from within ,
Overwhelming rage..

Whispers, whispers in my head..
" Dont turn away , dont trust them,
   Walk alone , all alone ...
 Blow out that candle ,
Those shadows won't haunt you anymore "

Anger clawing into my bones,
Agony ripping my soul

The never ending spiral..

Whispers, whispers in my head ..
" Descend , descend.. "
" Deeper , Deeper .. "

Mirrors , mirrors all around
Monsters drawing in ..

Whispers, whispers in my head..
" Dont fight them, let your reflections remain.. "

Fear rooting me
Clutching me tight..
I shriek, until my lungs give out
Terror, gripping my throat ..

Whispers , whispers in my head..

" Shhh , dear
There's the blade ."

Whispers, whispers in my head..

" ....Sweet , sweet death  ..."

You cut
You scar
You overpower

And by tattered bits we try to cover

You hit
You swear
You hungrily glare

And our body satiates your hunger

You touch as if we were clay
You cheaply play
You make us undeserving to stay

We are characterless
But you?
You are a gentleman to they

She dug my grave
And I'm buried alive
I screamed and choked ,
Silt in my throat .
Every breath I take is her toxic smoke
She clawed through me ,
Into my soul .
I fought for light,
A gleam of hope
And she hurled me into her void.
Her ears ***** up to every monster's call.

Her waves engulfed me,
And now I drown in her sea.
I live in her shell .
She shall never bend
And so shall i never blend . .

Her wrath forever shone ,
in those bloodshot eyes.
Ice cold daggers in my chest.
Her hunger never fed,
Craving for my flesh .
Her burns charred my skin
Her words, poison in my tongue .

Vicious torment in eternal hell
Utter despair, a mutual friend
And self harm, her anesthetic .

From beneath Satan's abode
I cry to thee
Wake me up
From this ceaseless dream

Yet, Dawn shall never come
And this war shall never end.
For her blood runs in my veins
And her fury in my bones ..

Was it so wrong
to have traced those metal blades across her skin ?
Soft strokes, sharp curves on that coarse canvas of hers,
Carving out her ache ..
Was it so wrong
to have let those crimson drops adorn her scarred abstract ?

Whispered into the ears that shall never listen

And blown away along with the piles of withered autumn leaves..