Trapped

Back to this ugly place again.
Where the sunlight’s morning kiss worming through the dirty blinds is a violent rape.
The knowledge that another bright day heralds and there is no way and no power exsisting that allows you to be a part of it.
The knowledge that you’re trapped in this filthy room that smells of peroxide and moth dust.
And you’re laying in dirty sheets you can’t bring yourself to care enough about to change.
The knowledge that you’re trapped in yourself.

Emotions too dense to fight through are your cold chains.
That dark side of you that whispers in your ear, evil things that are far too tempting, your only companion.
The bitter thoughts of what you should be are your unforgiving gate-keepers.

Trrapped in yourself

Back in this ugly place again.
Where the only prayer on your lips is for the sweet relief of nothingness.
Where you wanna cut yourself open to see yourself bleed just to make sure you’re still alive.
Where you have no voice and no tears.
No hopes and no fears.
No body no soul.
No actions to toll.
Only the existance that tortures and the painfully accute knowledge that outside the 4 walls holding you, smiles are a reality and joy is more than a fairytale…

Trapped

rayy

Joined March 2008

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