Withering Hope

for some days now I feel like sorrow is becoming an actual person, so...I wanted to talk to them

My world is split in two.

Reality divided itself again.

Sorrow is such a drug...such a high,

it lets me show no reason in this Night.

A hole was made in my brain,

so now light and shadow are one made of two.

My logic is fading

madness is gaining

more and more of me each day.

...Oh what a beautiful day to die today...

Hello again.

We meet and it is not by chance.

I was led to you dear Pain.

Will you let me have this dance?

You know...

I feel your tight grip

your fingers endlessly trying to rip

my weak flesh.

Your nails, fangs skinning me,

making old wounds open up fresh.

Your arms, so strong,

pressing my mind all the way to death.

Your lips and tongue

licking my warm blood,

as your words whispered in my thoughts

tear the very essence of me apart.

Oh, how long have I waited,

           for this time of the day,

                when such glorious pain is felt

                     and logic to madness has knelt!

Fading sparks

my hope's last stars

leave the sky of reality

empty, so that my mortality

seems a present,

since death is now present.

Insufferable pain

a neck's split vein

warm blood pouring out

the grave's scream is loud.

All I can hear is your call,

your voice Pain, my bride, above all.

As the end gets to close to ignore

now being dead is what I now want more...and more...

I feel like stop existing I need above else all.