Locker room of souls
Dulled and compliant
Lock it all away
So no one is bothered
No need for thinking
It's all done for you
Just rest your weary head
And don't you dare complain
You are the bottomless pit, the insatiable hunger, the love that does not love, but yearns.
You grasp and howl and dig into my heart, searching always for more.
I bleed for you, but it's not enough.
I die for you, and you shake my carcass, leaving my empty shell behind.
I blow in a gentle breeze, while you frantically find another.
If you leave now, you'll never know what happens next. You'll never know that things get better, you get better, and what you think is impossible to overcome will just be a bad memory some day. I know because I stayed. Things get better, I promise. It's worth it. Stay.
He awoke to pitch black and hot stifling air, which he gasped in his growing panic. Pushing outwards, reaching for anything recognizable, he felt sand crumbling from his movements, and the salty water rushed in choking him to silence once more.
Her skin was taught and warm as the last droplet of rain evaporated from her nose, and she lifted her head to the rapidly clearing sky while her body, like heavy rusted metal, struggled to continue the journey.
The blinds are angled upward; no one can see in, right? They can't see me.
True love is just as flawed as every other emotion. So revered and worshipped, and yet no better than hate, joy, sadness, loneliness...is love.
Inside, deep inside. From the protected depths of consciousness the buzzing, swirling calms. Muffled. Silenced.
One swift smooth motion sent a chill up her spine. Another made her heart beat faster. Looking in the bathroom mirror she smiled at the reflection of her once pale arms now red with blood. One more cut, from ear to ear, and she glimpsed herself falling to the floor.
Thinking through life's obstacles while ultimately maintaining faith in God:
Fear is the enemy of reason and the absence of faith.