The Voice Inside My Void
I fell into shadow. All is heavy.
Body is quiet. Yet, mind rejects me.
Left without full breath. Everything is gray.
I don't want to go. I don't want to stay.
No hunger, taste, or cheer. Silence is bliss.
Waves of empty, crash into my abyss.
No angry tears. I, just simply, don't care.
Socializing. A thing I wont, can't bear.
I can't see the light. Part of me is scared.
By darkness, spirit is strangled and snared.
Can't be bothered. Torture for me to share.
No eye contact. No emotion to spare.
On autopilot, lizard brain controls.
Anger and frustration. They fill the holes.
Please. Please, stop this torment. It's been too long.
I dreamt you were dormant. You've just grown strong.
What if I end up lost? Or, wake alone?
What's it to cost? Will I be left as stone?
I feel without worth. Broken mosaic.
Heart of lifeless birth. Burnt up candle wick.
No good for anyone. Just, leave me be.
I wake, and am done. Blank is all I see.
My fire is quenched. You stormed my nature.
I am knife, unedged. Meaningless feature.
Waking, sleeping. Water in unplugged drain.
Walking dream. Flavorless, all is the same.
All things inside die. Just my pen won't quit.
Want a hit of life. Lighter won't stay lit.
-Angel Fatale-
Copyright © Ryan Tyler | Year Posted 2016
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