Prisoner of a broken psyche
while marking the passage of dead hours and lost time
Every tick of the clock is a slow rot,
consuming me piece by piece
Behind these haggered, unfeeling shells,
a fading spirit resigning to the dark
Whispered deaths and suffocated screams,
cast beneath a shroud of broken vows
Let this heartache be my grave,
where nothing but shadows remain
Bury me under the weight of disgrace,
etch every fault onto my skin
Inter my bones in the frozen dirt,
where my sins can no longer weep
Let my past demons tether me,
to the suffering I create
Drifting through an infinite dark,
forgotten by the sun
And somehow I already know
this horror is just beginning to unfold
Cling on, they say,
but the thread is fraying in my hands
Deconstruct me completely,
while I flee from my internal decay
Emotional numbness
My heart beats softly, locked away from the world
A dull, sluggish pulse,
echoed from the depths
This hollow ache consumes my soul,
a chaotic darkness taking hold
Yet deep beneath the fading pain,
a quiet spark remains
Yet defeat feels near,
draining my life into the dark
Spending every ounce of my soul
to keep my pieces from scattering
A shadow moving through the bleak,
longing for what slipped away
A lingering soul,
cursed to carry the abyss alone
Tethered to the wounds of my past,
and the ashes of what I left behind
An untamed wraith dwelling in a mortal shell, cold and long forgotten
And though I fade into the light,
my shadow stays behind
Murmuring through the frost:
Resting here is a wandering soul,
forever at war within itself