Cold clammy hands.
Moods used to bounce like rubber bands.
But not anymore.
Because the door that I once searched for,
Does not exist.
The dark pain that cuts through my veins into my wrist.
A cold black room is where I have been locked in.
This is where I have been.
I can feel nothing.
I just sit here and silently sing.
The cold broken whispers of the night.
A toxic and deadly lullaby.
I am yet nothing, not anymore.
As I lie here on this empty wooden floor.
Bloody footprints everywhere.
Black water rushing down my stairs.
There are no windows in this room I've trapped my self in.
No nothing. Not a thing. It's all emptiness.
I feel nothing not the sun on my face, not the touch of ones I once loved, not the wind.
Nothing but the sound of a beating heart I've locked up in the closet.
And if you listen you can hear it.
For the pain I'd felt weighed heavily on my cracked heart.
I felt the anger and fury run throw my veins like a river of dirty water.
And I could take it no longer.
I was sick of falling apart.
The pain that filled me up and spit me out like a disease.
There was nothing left for me... no reason to believe.
So I grabbed the blade of a knife and carved out my heart.
Carelessly through it in the closet, bolted the lock and took my depart.
I'm a rotting corpse within, yet I continue to breath heartlessly
When you look at me, darkness and cold air is all you can see.
Into this empty room of nothingness and darkness I sit in still.
Where I lie in a puddle of blood on the floor, where I always will.
A rotten corpse.
Dirt on my floors.
So I sit and watch the blood drip down the walls.
I sit and watch has heartless shadows linger and fall.
Without any feeling. Just nothingness.
I am broken, jaded and heartless.
And if you listen closely.
You can hear the crackling of a breaking heart in it's cold, steady beating.
My heart that slowly turns into nothing but stone.
When my dark black eyes look at yours, the darkness will touch your bones.
If you touch the tears of blood running from my eyes.
You'll streak suddenly out of surprise.
You'll feel the pain I've locked inside.
The pain I carved out and locked in a cage.
You'll look in my cold dark eyes and see my rage.
You'll touch the clammy shaking hands.
You'll feel yourself sinking beneath the sand.
You'll see the holes that have been dug in my soul.
You'll feel the darkness that has over flowed my bowl.
As the shadows fade
I'll slowly drift away.
My heartless soul will hide beneath a disguise.
Locked within a cage waiting and watching for the moon to rise.
~By Quizilla Writer purplerocks77~
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