Dark Than Ever

 I thought it was a lifeline but it was nothing but a noose; it was an obsession.

Memories of the dark years are buried in our memory, to make us cry more at times of weakness.

I have wanted to betray my darkness many times with the light, but this inner emptiness has always been a barrier for me.

Too cold to bear, too far to catch up, so is a broken heart.

My loneliness tempts me to abandon everyone in order to be alone with demons who want me to die in solitude.

It's like every time, when it is dark and silent, I cry and scream, I'm in pain so I write, I meditate and hope to heal this ailing soul.

All those things that I'm trying to escape from, hold me from the wound that hurts to make me pay more for running away.

Salvation is my last wish and the last solution to turn off this noise inside my head.

It is another lonely night , without a light,
with demons punishing and thoughts devouring me.

It is bloody wine drawn from my veins, which melancholy loves to drink.

Pain turns us to another person that we hardly recognize.

I don't know how long I'll be in this illusion  but I know it will not last foreover.