Deathless Song

I never was able to see past this shadow that is my fantasy; instead I reveled in this blurred version of reality. I'm held fast by the cutting chains of dependency, which have been forged by the vast void that gnaws at my heart endlessly. It is from my knees that I scream for some mercy, I yearn for a solace that cannot be stolen from me. My heart burns from the pain that ravages it relentlessly, the vicious wound inflicted by the jagged knife of insecurity. My sunken eyes speak of scars etched deeply upon my heart; they silently sing the story of a frightened girl cowering in the dark. Everything she was and everything she believed always seemed to be swallowed by the shadow of conformity. She is lost amid the darkness and all that can be heard are her desperate pleas, her crying out for a savior, to lift this shroud of infirmity. She's stumbling in the ashes of who she used to be, wandering in a field of countless faces trying to recover her identity. This hollow person she's become, this shattered shell of her former beauty, searches endlessly for some ease, for someone to pierce the cloud of nameless conformity.