trapped

its a peom/story

i can see the bright flame dying i can see everything it once used to offer but now its dying and im alone free to wallow and suffer in my own fears. nobody comes to help me as im being drowned in a pool of dispair. they try so hard to paint a happy picture but the ink is fading fast all thier lies are falling and the time is growing thin. i know i should have courage be brave and strong but how can i when the precious flame that kept me alive has turned black and cold and sour. everything i believed in and loved has been ripped from my heart and now i can see my heart icy and shattered along the black lino floor. i know im gone now but i know it is not over for i can hear the demon cackling and laughing at me from behind the big iron door.

Author's Note

this is like a kind of physcological thing theirs a message hidden between the lines but its up to u to make the assuptions