The wire of fate twisted itself around my body.
Its thorns lightly pricking my skin,
revealing little dew drops of deep red.
I looked around the blankness of my mind,
Strangers seem to know me.
I start to run,I am running away,
far far away from myself.
I am blindfolded by the truth and the lies.
and with no direction,with no reason,
is my possessed feet heading.
I dont want to be who I really am.
Voices ring in my head...I am scared,
I had a reason to escape reality.
If you have to pick between your body and soul,
which will you?
Time chases me as i run
What was a mirror when all I could see was your reflection?
I have to go back to where I belong and not where I came from.
The wires wind tighter,
They rip my clothes apart and leave me bareskinned with fear.
Pores open their eyes as the sunlight glares into them.
they gasp for breath...choking.
When it hurts the one I love to appease the one who loves me.Who do I hurt?
The thorns tear my skin slowly,
letting it flow onto the cold floor.
They dig into my flesh and meat,
and start tearing away my muscles.
I keep running hoping the trail of red river I left behind me would soon come to an end.
The thorns turn into knives of vengeance,
They slice through my organs.
Out my mouth came a long piercing scream that was silent.
The pressure of my own body slit my veins open and out gushes my conscience and regrets.
I had nothing more left to give.
My memories were rotting in the bin at home.
Time pounced on me,
My shadows crept above me like a shield,
pretending to protect me.
The thorns now daggers stab my heart,
Black inky blood gushes from within.
I stop my track....when all along I thought I was human.
The thorns now a heavy metal saw that start sawing my bones.
All that remained of me was grinded into dust of self-discovery.
The darkness unfolds around me as I hide behind the pillars of my laughter and smiles.
I wake up to see my remains on the floor...
there was nothing there.
I looked into a mirror,
and I saw nothing.
No you No me,
No thing.
Only my heart was left on the hard floor of existence.
COLD AND BLACK,
BLACK AND COLD,
BLACK.
Left there to shrivel in the coldness of the human race.
