Alone

Terrifying familiarity slices like jagged shards of broken dreams, spewing vulnerability. Utter beauty choked by growing blackness, like wild ivy, exposing what longs to remain hidden. This place is sickeningly comfortable. Distorted promises and mistaken trust. Disguised kisses still burn like a brand fresh out of the fire, placed directly on my heart. Innoncence regained and lost simultaneously, confusing clarity. Fingertips stretch trying to grasp the warmth, that took only a second to destroy the thickness of pain and unhealed wounds. Cold now. Thoughts regress into a space and time wanting to be forgotten. Back again, shivering, empty, hardenend. Death is closer now than previously.