Soft, silent whispers
Violently screaming in my ears
Taunting my thoughts
Soiling my dreams of all happiness
Visions of suicide
Dancing around in my mind
Gracefully, flawless ballerina
No mistakes, no falls
Tension, over whelming stress
Building up deep in my core
My fuse burning closer to the bomb
Imploding from the inside, out
Even the slightest touch will brake, shatter, and crack
The stained glass
Permanently imprinted in my brain
False security
Images of how I SHOULD be
Flashing in my eyes
Tasting nothing but fake love
Upon my dry, cracked lips
Yearning for a drink of passion
Running away from realities monsters
Biting deep in my flesh
Guzzling the hope that once flowed through my pounding veins
Straight to my heart
Crippled of lies and deceit
Covering my sight, blinding me of what I long for
Killing my spirit with a slow painful whisper in the wind
Carrying me away up into the skies far from the world
Distant from my worries and problems
Away from the hell, the scars
Accumulated through the years
My soul scabbed, unable to heal
Oozing, seeping, draining out nothingness
An empty, hallow body
Starring at the mirror wondering
What this figure is looking right back
Through the other side
As if another dimension
Curious if this person sees the same
That I see.
If it feels the emptiness that I feel
Wonting someone,
That person in the mirror,
To feel, see, hear and taste
Everything I do
So that I am not alone anymore
Fighting this demon
This disease
