Confined, within self forged walls I lie barren, next to the casket sprayed with gore drenched lilies, holding back for my ménage to finish thine rosaries.
The walls, they be besieging while the roof be plummeting, fast enough to swallow me, while I lie flat, and arms open to embrace my long lost love, my demise.
With every dawn, I flirt with the edge of the roof reckoning, if a fall would vow for my killing. With the rise of dusk, I pull out the knife concealed under my pillow, caressing the edges gauging the number of slits enough to free my wrist.
Tonnes, Tonnes of ways to die. Yet that one voice from within that desists me, wrests me from my collar and murmurs in my ear "Don't die fella, is she worth it? don't give her the pleasure." Heaps, Heaps of reasons to kill myself, yet I take a deep breath Light on my reefer and tell myself "Yes, I am suicidal but probably I won't die, not today"
Even the strongest amongst us have had their share of cold nights, the ones with prettiest smiles have cried behind closed doors. A shoutout to everyone who struggles to figure out reasons to wake up next morning. You are strong.. and no reason is worth committing that thing you have in your mind. It all gets better sooner or later, breathing gets easier, smiling takes up less effort. Just hold on, you are strong, strong enough to fight whatever is trying to kill you
tranquilizingwindThis is amazingly dark as usual, you have it in your fist. I m not sure though was it posted earlier? Cuz I think I have read this on your profile. Some verses are different. More stringent and fierce than prior. Well I hope it was there cuz I checked rn but it isn't Or I maybe just paranoid.