Demented soul
The cloak of night settles on me like a blanket...
and I, breathless
Once again I succumb to you my demons.
Twisted and scarred...
I feel nothing and yet pain overwhelms my mind...my soul.
I see nothing but darkness ahead...
The horizon unseemingly too distant to comprehend.
I falter under this weight...and then I submit.
I grope and stretch out my arms
and feel void...is this the end?
My heart beats and it pounds against my chest...but emptiness
Voices in my head are the only audible sound...I cry.
And then silence.
and I, breathless
Once again I succumb to you my demons.
Twisted and scarred...
I feel nothing and yet pain overwhelms my mind...my soul.
I see nothing but darkness ahead...
The horizon unseemingly too distant to comprehend.
I falter under this weight...and then I submit.
I grope and stretch out my arms
and feel void...is this the end?
My heart beats and it pounds against my chest...but emptiness
Voices in my head are the only audible sound...I cry.
And then silence.
posted by Demented | Wednesday, July 19, 2006
2 Comments:
Your darkside manifested again. Rilek laaaa, lover. But I like it when you are all dark and moody.
trish : yeah. i know you like me like this. keep that bed warm babe. i might be coming your way. *winks*. awwwwwwww!!
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