unspoken emotions

Bind me from reality

Just grant me a slither of unconscious purgatory

Shut me off from my mind

It's sickly

Decaying my surroundings

Through broken eyes I see every crack

In the mirror I plant before myself

Neglecting this fragile frame protection from my rabid tendencies

Useless without possessing the decency to cover up the tracks of my morbid thoughts 

How rewarding would it be to feel nothing at all 

When breaking skin bridges the path to euphoria 

Trickles of maroon signal relief 

Lungs depositing less air is idealistic 

To harness a wrath that only goes in a single direction

Dazed in my self fulfilled illness  

Caving around my contemplations 

This archive is enormous 

Just because it's dark doesn't mean there's nothing there.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

You had me from the first statement.
"Bind me from reality
Just grant me a slither of unconscious purgatory"
You led the reader to a very strong ending with some wisdom.
"Just because it's dark doesn't mean there's nothing there."
Thank you for sharing your outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[Tinotenda Nyevedzanai]

Another great piece, I like your style!

- Suicide, how seductive she's portrayed here.