What, or rather who, is this thing
\nthat creeps inside my enlarged veins
\nI breathe a stench so rancid that this being becomes alive with pleasure
\nSearching for the lifeline, strangling my every thought
\nCan’t think why but because
\nQuestions become surreal answers
\nEvery action, every inspiration lost inside with no hopes of ever reaching that distant light
\nEyes blurred with the past, this being controlling my sight
\nAs I wipe the dust away, my inner child laughs
\nCan’t clear away something burned deep
\ndeep inside consciousness
\nWith each pulsating heartbeat, the blood flow weakens
\nbrain becomes slow, eventually dying, killing itself
\nAs it is the first to go, this “being” has future control
\nof all entities that may venture to take charge inside a lifeless shell of a man
\nliving in a barrier of walls
\nWhite, as easily ripped down as built up
\nThey seem… transparent
\nforced in a shelter of uncertainty
\nCan they withstand the pain my soul eludes across them?
\nThey are so light yet I can barely hold them up
\ncrashing down on wet leaves
\nthat scatter with the breaking down
\nextreme torture like a cell filled with hate
\nA hole big enough for my hand, the fist of life
\ntaking one last breath of desperate need
\nthere is no entrance that leads deeper into
\nMy brain loses all sensitivity as I finally realize
\nthat a shroud built up to protect
\nCan only find its way deeper into a private Hell<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
What, or rather who, is this thing that creeps inside my enlarged veins I breathe a stench so rancid that this being becomes alive with pleasure Searching for the lifeline, strangling my every thought Can’t think why but because Questions … Continue reading