Sleeping Romance

You've become a ritual to me, my friend. 
Bring out the screwdriver, loosen the blade.
Paint the canvas of my mind,
Stain the cloth with these monochromatic stains.

Colour it and make it red,
So they know I've bled. 

Maybe if I scream this time they'll hear me?
Maybe if the blood is enough,
I'll finally stop hurting myself?

What does this life truly matter?
Nobody will make it out alive.
I can't fight these demons anymore, and no one understands. 
So maybe I can tap out early? Maybe I can ease my tempestuous mind? Maybe I can ease the pain within?
Maybe I can silence their voices?

Or maybe I should just pop another pill and numb everything? Or maybe i should pop all the pills never to wake again. 

Eternal sleep entices me,
The void beckons. 
I can hear them call my name,
Apparently, in the land of the dead, I have quite the fame. 

So call me a coward. 
Call me a failure. 
I no longer have the will to fight. 
I no longer care. 

They've beaten me. 
It's over. 
Now I'll be consumed by ants
Forever, in this sleeping romance.

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