Rabbit Hole

And I’ve stepped backwards again

Slipped back into the rabbit hole

Down into a swirling abyss of nothingness

I’ve tried to fight my way out of the dark

But the blackness overwhelms

Consuming me piece by piece

Bit by bit

Until all that I’m left with is rot

Eating me up from within

After All

I used to look back

Because those were brighter days

But that was before I sat myself down inside the chaos

Before I let myself be absorbed into the darkness that surrounded me

My heart isn’t made up of brighter days

After all

It’s made up of hostility and hatred

Shattered hopes and dying dreams

It’s as dark as the day when the sun finally burns out

I’m burning out

Spinning in circles only fans the flames

I’m so full of fury

That it drips off my brow like sweat

Fueling the anger that runs hot beneath my skin

Filling these empty voids with memories like tinder

As I set fire to all the good I’ve kept within

My heart isn’t made for brighter days

After all

Not with all the darkness that it’s soaked in

I feel it

The weight

Crushing my ribs

Chest cracks

Collapsing my lungs

Swallowing blood

Choking it down

Heart breaks

Ice cold hollow

Empty space

Under the weight

I am

No Avail

Trying to swallow my own madness

But this insanity creeps up slowly

Clawing first at my lungs so I can’t breathe

Making its way through the lump in my chest

Tearing open my throat as all of my anger spills out

Dripping pain and sorrow onto my hands as I try to hold myself together

To no avail

Some days I’m full of fire

Like embers dancing with the wind

A full on wildfire

Burning bridges at both ends

On others I fall fast like ashes

Just a burnt out speck spread amongst the filth

Burying myself alive

Underneath my own guilt

Pain(t) me

Your words are your brush

And I am your canvas

You make sweeping motions

And cut me open

Pressing hard

Cutting deeper

My words bleed red

Stained paper

Freshly gouged flesh

In the shapes and sounds

Of your animosity

Beg of me your muse

Skin deep

Paper thin

Slices of ice cold hearts

Blended a dark purple

But I like the hurt

So paint me with your insanity

Dripped tastelessly in agony

And hang me out to dry

 Made of Paper

There was this warmth in your eyes that could keep me wrapped up tight for hours.
And there was this fire on your tongue that lit brighter with every word you whispered to me.
I let you in and I even stoked your flames, as I loved to watch you grow.
But I wore this heart on my sleeves like I was made of paper.
When your blaze became uncontrollable it was too late to out run your embers.
There was this fire that caught hold and engulfed me, consuming every inch.
But even after the inferno had died down
and ash was all that was left of me, I still wanted you to keep me warm.

 

 

Infection

The infection rages

As the pain seers through my flesh like a wildfire
Ripping every tree in the forest limb from limb
Burning alive from the inside out

This infection grows
As this pain gains momentum, tearing through my veins like a twister
Ripping every home and loved one away from the foundation
Leaving only death and destruction behind

The infection kills
As the pain begins to seep into my blood like a virus
Slowly draining every drop of strength left in me
Nothing left but a hollow shell

Everything

You are the sound of my heart beat
And the taste that lingers on my tongue
You are the silence in a crowded room

You are the crack in my voice
And the breath on my bathroom mirror
You are the water that cleanses me

You are the condensation on my window
And the daisy in my front yard
You are the flight in birds

You are the smile on my face
And the hurt in my chest
You are the confusion in my head

You are everything