Solace in emptiness

I grew roots in my solace of gray Time crept in silence I found calm in her chaos. She doused my soul in gasoline but not to ignite wonder in me. I became her supply, the fuel for her fury Her scapegoat, someone to blame I am no longer me but a puppet on a narcissist string. My heart held hostage between Love n Hate Torn between chambers of unhealed wounds There whispering chants, wrecked havoc on my brain Fiery embers slowly die for I am no longer me inside. Covered in weeping blisters Scorched and torn Prickled vines punctured like knives Pain grew as these roots settled deep In the days haze, I found comfort in this familiar city of gray. The narcissist has emptied me.