Isolated Darkness

silence quakes the room

where I lay

I'm not alone, yet every

portion of me feels so

isolated

darkness consumes

saturating my flesh

eating through my bones

have I been this way

for so long, it all is

finally suffocating me?

or am I becoming one with

the darkness?

a cold sweat covers my soul

fog inhales my mind

yet I can feel

the gone by years,

so deeply

false truths

hurt which has been buried

every word,

which was never spoken

every regret

every lost dream

moments, days, years-

which was completely stolen

wounds that were bandaged,

by a good fuck

issues, never to be voiced

betrayals, which were always

masked by manipulation

every demon in hell

brings them to my remembrance

routine is life

as shackles dig deeper

into flesh

voids are only seen

in my eyes, as I look

in the mirror

who is this woman?

the true depths of pain, desires,

and liberty only exist

in ink

which bleeds from

this heart and soul

self awareness seems

so distant all of a sudden

sin is my blanket

loneliness the pillow

the emptiness,

has stolen my tears

a complete shell

the shell of my being

is still

completely isolated

muted

clawing through

the darkness

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