Its no use trying to change what has already been changed, i feel weak and betrayed by not only the filthy humans i have come to be accustomed by, but by the great of wave of forensic destiny overleaped by genetic fate. Death has welcomed itself in the desert of my heaven, made itself very cosy eating away at my flesh while my heart constantly yearns for that constant black void of silence.
my hunger for pain exceeds the limits that fathom beneath the silky lairs of my imagination, where is my eternal slumber?
Demonic maniacs of a sharp reality are circling my bones and hair, they gather around the remnants of what is left of me, and melt the words that my bones once breathed. They eat through the tears my hair braided through my skull once, a very long time ago. A very long time ago, i wasn't there. A long time ago, i wasn't but figments of nothing withering away in an absolute truth that would forge my presence.
I want to break, just snap, like a nail off a dewy skin surface. I want to tear away from all that i have become, i want to be nothing like i am now. I want to be a child, i want innocence with a hint of justice. I want to dig my claws into the eyes of a person who likes to be called abuse. I want to tear out the sickle veins of excess waste that make you who you are. This i promise myself, you shall never lay a fucking finger on me.
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