Alone
I've been feeling more dysphoric than usual lately so I thought I would voice my emotions in poetic form to the best of my ability, I hope you enjoy
I look through the void a window in time asking myself what to do? all of the things that I have done,
. have taken their toll on my feverish brood.
This is a role that I can not accept, a daunting ring of the past will I go on in my sickening pace
or will I force my mind to adapt... All of the things that remind me of you are overshadowed by.
. what is next...
Thoughts of the blood still fresh in my mind got to relax. got to unwind, these are the wounds the toughest to
. heal but will I go before my time...
Look at her lips the starkest of pink as she wonders on by, think to a time when I would have thought that I
. could have her by my side...
Now I drone on to the painstaking place where the foundations are built upon those who cry.
This is the plite I knew had to come malicously on the attack, unnerved by the powers that be knowing
. it is me who they will shun...
Every second that ticks on the clock I know that my time is now spent looking for reason in a hell layden
. world when I know that there is none left...
Why must this be the path that I live? knowing that soon will come death, holding on to the ones that I touched
. praying that they will forgive...
Deep and dark is the pit of dispair that I find myself upon, wanting so badly to disappear knowing that it will not
. do much...
Why am I cursed to be of that kind? knowing the hand they are delt, hiding away in a world of my own
. leaving the things I know behind...
Skull crushing sadness that burns from inside leaving me hollow in its wake, where is the strength I must
. find to fight the demons within for I know that the prophecy told that only a woman of cold iron grit
. would be tasked to lead this world against an impending threat...
But still here I sit wondering aloud would my harsh suicide be so endowed for if I pull the gun to my
. neck would my death be short painless and quick...
Why couldn't I be born of soft feminine fare? it seems that the universe has layed a hand upon
. my weak, scrawny shell doomed to the depths I shall forever treverse...
Back to the dark with a lonesome call, a great many tears against my cheeks do fall a small wimper in the
corner-well hides the pain that my emotions quell from my most abhorrent moral ground hopefully peace
will soon be found, but until that day it does fall, inside a mental cerebral prison cell, surrounded by
cracked, pale grey concrete walls; into the abyss I do yell trying to break this occult-like satanic
. spell...
Feeling deathly ill chained by shackles to a rusty nail all around my holding jail a voice running through my
head saying I'd be better dead designed like Alcatraz to never fail, but sooner or later I know it will...
please god what is my crime for me to be doing time? How am I? I feel well, trapped inside dysphoric
. hell...