You watch from a distance, eyes entranced upon me. Lingering in the back of my mind, I hear your dark emotionless voice seeping its way through every damaged scar in order to corrupt and suffocate each positive thought. Your cold touch of death sending shivers across the surface of my skin, slowly freezing the flame in my heart. The iniquity filled smirk, there is nothing but deceit in your lifeless eyes. You never leave, you’re always there, astray, watching, observing. Waiting for the right time to strike. Destined to take hold of my will, your infectious poisonous breath against my neck. You’re ready to kill. And to think… it’s all in my head.
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Reagan Jensen
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Misery of Ones Own Heart
You have so much pent up pain. Locked away among the heart ache and lies. There no longer is any life in your eyes. The flame that once burnt so bright is nothing but a mere glimmer, a faint shadow that is on the verge of disappearing. You’ve held on for so long, but for what? Happiness has alluded you. Nothing but agony has come your way. Things haven’t turned around like their deceptive and promise filled lies said it would. Nothing. Has. Gotten. Better. For. You. My dear, you are fighting a losing battle. Hell has betrothed you. Engulfed in its misery and chaos. Withered with sorrow, nothing enlightens you anymore. All you’ve ever known is pure torment, betrayal, loss and anguish. Always left aside like a useless piece of trash. So I don’t blame you for growing tired, and for losing interest in life. For everything you’ve ever had that once brought any speck of light into your life was always taken away. No one understands. No one ever will. Your hope and optimism has faded. You have no where to go. Nothing is as it seems. Entrapped and suffocating from your own defeating mind. The walls are all collapsing around you. You’re becoming closed off and numb. You are on the brink of perishing… and yet no one notices. Because no one truly cares. So what’s the point in all of this, you may ask? Well let me tell you… there is NO point. Especially for someone who is ready to leave this said life behind and say goodbye… for the very last time.
By Reagan Jensen4 years ago in Poets
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