AnonymousMelancholic

You have filled me up with a void so massive, it swallows everything and anything it touches. I am nothing but shattered glass, scattered among the fields of grey in the dawn of dusk. There is a presence of sheer terror, as I stare into the pattern of darkness surrounding me. Blurred vision, blurred sounds. Echoing within my concrete ears, never to be heard again. Upcoming days of unequivocal horror, a pain not shared by others. A pain so deep, it cuts arteries. Internal bleeding, silent death. Bruises: not to be seen by anyone. Truth: not to be heard by anyone. Razor sharp silence, beyond eternity.

Drag me through dirt Drag me through   shattered promises of yesterday I'll love every second of it Aroused in anticipation of pain You took control over my shell Full control Out of control I suffer for you I want to Look into your eyes of pure hatred again And again Again And again Again And again Until the hands clasped around my throat Squeeze for the last time

Defeated, I stand here Roam through the fields of empty On my skin, Scent of demise Seeping through my skin Unmistakable scent Withering from the inside out Swallowing the hole Bit by bit Hole you left behind You took my center You chewed it up I kneel before your memory Mouth wide open I need to feel you again Let me feel it

Thinking of you Bittersweet Missing you In the summer heat Steel bars separating us Voices and hands and faces Separating us To me, they're nothing Nothing compared to you I am Nothing without you

The death parade is coming near All that is seen is beauty, unbearable beauty The throat slit like a flower Wrong body, wrong mind User friendly, fake to the core Show your deepest secret Let it be consumed Stepped on And turned to dirt Not worth mentioning Not worth grieving over anymore All it was, a delusion Mosquito turned into an elephant

We don't cry anymore Tears burn like acid We don't dance anymore Gravity weighs down, drastic One pill, two pills, three pills, four Robot eyes, tea and pencil False smiles, practiced words Forced, faked, forged Dear me Who are you Who will you be

The bucket of perceptions, from which your starved mind arises, has brushed my soul with frenzy. Folie à deux Pain empathy Fusion of incarcerated souls. Harsh, razor-sharp melody of pure hunger cutting into you; crashing into your ocean of lust. The innocence of your tortured mind, buried deep within its catacombs. Stolen. The knowledge of no knowledge, taken from you. Awareness forced into you, Into me. Toxic elixir, shared by two. Prisoners, Conjoint.