All the Good Awayempty is life that has no joy, enveloped by sadness and hatedrowning in misery, weighted down to the dark abyssstrangled with the hands that hurt my heartshattering my very being into pieces that cannot be mendedcracked and bleeding on the side of lifeno resolution amongst the screams of painyelling out to no one there to hear, no one who caresfinding light at the end of a tunnel only to realize its engulfed in flameswhere to go from here, a million miles from nowherethe nothing consumes methe everything surrounds me to take fire upon what little me I have leftlove cannot be found in a dark room by the blind and unwillin
Asylum days 3I'm in my mind again, dreaming, lost in Fallout, the fog of destructionFrom this wasteland, I come forth unto a scorched world, starving for lifeThe burnt remains of my past, haunt my memories, I must learn to live againI roam the landscape, only a shadow now of my former self, growing dimmer by the dayI am lost here without meaning, but I must change or blow away with the passing windI search inside myself for salvation, for the light that God givesThe instinct that lingers inside my very soul now becomes my essenceI must prepare for the war ahead, without thoughtwithout remorse, no matter what it takes this world I will
It is 3:55 P.M. here and I am utterly terrified that if I close my eyes for even a brief second, I will see her.
Other than that, beautiful work.
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