The wretched night appears eternal today,
she has come in a long white veil.
a veil that haunts me to death,
for it is
when she lifts it up and breathes life
into the ghost of my futility that i had buried
somewhere in the walls of my room,
they rise up again only to remind me i ain't worth a thing.
in silence they speak to me the words that
makes my ear bleed,
my heart twinge
and my eyes roll down tears of ashes
which has been birthed by the fire burning the insides of me.
they grab my morbid throat and choke down
the swords of verses i had gathered to slit their's.
I do not scream for help.
I do not die either,
outside