My heart bleeds from the black.
My eyes bleed from holding back tears.
Literal and non-literal shadows
hang over my soul.
Like vultures waiting for my death.
Love is dead.
Well said.
Nothing left for me here.

I feel nothing but death and despair.
I want to leave this place.
But my wings have been torn from my back.
I cannot fly.

I cannot leave.

I can't stand this place.
Its name an opposite.
No feelings of "home" or "family".
Rather a battlefield.
WW3 replaying over and over again.


Its making me numb.
I'm going to numb myself to the pain.
It is way too painful for my own words to heal.
The damage dealt is too much.

I am too human.
Too imperfect.
Too stupid to listen.

Calmer now.
Music blocking out my senses.
ears, bleeding from my sole companion.
The only material thing on my side.
Eyes, on this.
Words.
Help me.
Everything else is numb.
Think of nothing else.
Think of no one else.

Shut it all out.

This has become a rant. but I no longer care.

Silence reigns...

Has the peace returned?

It is too early to tell.

No. It is only that my ears are ringing so much,
the illusion of silence has come upon me.
I hear them.
I don't want to.
I drown them out again.

Thank you.
God.

::Written byEve at 2:54 AM::
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