Wednesday, October 21

This War Is Ours,

The Hatred reigning,
the guilt shadows.
My heart starts crying.
The tears,
It follows.
Feelings froze,
Fade, fade away.
the enemy stays.
Day by day.
The inability to stay away,
traps my happiness
Replace, for it appeases the
Selfishness.
Numbness amplified in the abyss .
No light Is found,
Fuck, it seriously pisses.
looking up makes me feel down.
The weight
on my shoulders aggravates
the Haunting, whispering, tormenting,
the fucking state
of being insane.
Dear Demons,
It's over.

Once again, the day isn't saved by Myra.