I corrode in that space
Are dust that strangle my mind
my insides burning and my outsides dry.
are that splash of guilt
that slap me ‘gain and ‘gain
I abandon that reality of daydreams,
And romance nightmares.
I clutch at the ankles of perfection
To have to;
Face its merciless claws.
My soul, naked in pain howls for the sedative
Until the Survival dies.
I bang at that lock-ed door which haunts my breaths
I clutch at that jammed lock which has rusted my memory.
The stench of that darkness
reeks my heart,
And as Usual;
it ends with me
lending my broken pieces to oblivion
only to never have it back.