I Am To Shallow

Diaries of a heart broken soul. Written in pain and sealed with blood. Alone, I wonder the depths of my memories. Deep into my fall. I am to shallow. I cannot creep, but I have to crawl. Thorns splinter the marrow in my spine. What I have lost, can never be replaced by time. I look towards the skies. I am screaming. What wakes next to me everyday. I wish I was dreaming. The demons of yesterday. Claws at my shadow. She refuse to pray my way. She has her say, everyday. Grey is the language when I talk to the dead. Silence befalls the lifeless, when they pretend. To feel a little suede. Appealing to feel dead and alive. I am falling The voice of her echo. Is the calling. The noise is played next to pause. That which wants to get out. I never let in. Yet, I am surrounded. By her everlasting sound.