I am starting to dread my defeat. Hoping that eventually I can make it back out.
However, I am now so consumed with the dark that I start to lose grip of the reality I once knew.
I hear you in the distance, your thoughts. I can hear you chuckle silently as you realize you have succeeded.
Why am I not scared? Why am I not fighting harder to escape? I then realize I cannot leave because I truly do not want to, I need this place. I need darkness, a place to hide. I long for your questionable love, your unreliable touch, your dark demonic eyes. I ache to have your heart again. The heart that once loved me, the eyes that once spoke to my soul. But those are gone
And So Am I

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