The polluted skies, the cracked and broken buildings, and the oh-so lifeless humans maintaining it all.
A sky that is never completely night and never shows a single star no matter how high you climb.
A city of lifeless cement and living weeds slowly killing all the green that surrounds it.
The undisciplined youth ruining my perfect silence.
The unforgiving elders trying so desperately to destroy lives that are clung to with all their might.
The students who only learn how to be jaded, or to jeer their slowly breaking peers.
A disease spreading like the plague through the minds of the, already, ill civilians.
Lives that are stolen while attempting to save another.
Chapels that only know how to condemn instead of save.
Memories of a broken home flooding into an already overflowing mind.
Rage and confusion slitting the wrists of a broken doll and hiding that shame under a black wristband.
A deteriorating body clinging desperately to a false life.
Eyes that refuse to close for fear that they might reject the morning sun.
Using only a blue screen to illuminate the paper I bleed my thoughts out on.
Comfort found only in lifeless, soulless....... heartless stitchings.
Suffering from the heat and feverish dreams that follow.
Wishing for an icy prison to surround her home.
Hoping for a new cold, gray, watery shower to fall on these broken buildings.
A cry falling upon deaf ears,
tears falling before a blind audience.
Purely platonic relationships being practiced in the dark.
One-sided feelings never being returned.
Sanity being kept for the sake of her future,
and for the home of her dear companions.
A poor, crying, broken doll being kept in a glass case inside a dark room.
This is my life.
My one and only home......... castle.......... cage.
This is the broken world I live in.
My private hell.........
My rotting shitty.
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