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Subside
Copyright, Monica
Suffocate.
Bury me.
Deny.
Anything trivial
means the world to me.
Slowly I sink.
These thoughts won't ever stop.
A light flickers...
dies out.
There's nothing I see.
Petrifide
at all that is
forver forsaking me.
Chaos.
Tormenting.
Killing me.
Taking me for all I'm worth.
I'm lost inside,
huddled in a ball
amongst 1,000 screaming
horrid faces
laughing at me...
the weakling in the corner.
A dark box--
inside, nothing but pain.
I want to scream.
I can't get out,
so I hide.
Waiting for and end.
Waiting for peace.
An eternal last breath.
Wave good-bye.
I'm lost inside.
A fury of flames
waiting to break free...
to rid me,
to have the last word.
Aching.
Torture.
No way out.
A scream for help
silenced under the thrawls
of a silver demon.
Even such-
there is no escape,
or finale,
and all that was is forgotten.
Hurt.
Dig nails.
Scrape flesh.
Bleed until all that's felt
is shoved aside.
I hate myself,
and it's hard to believe
that anyone could love
a person so ugly,
so vulgar...
black inside.
There's no way out.
Forever in the
black box.
Trapped inside.
These thoughts
will never subside.
I've already died.