Silver moonlight flooded across the floor.
I stare at the bars wishing for more.
Is there not a place I can go? Questions pooling in my mind.
Where am I a place so dark and cold?
Ringing in my ears screams I haven’t screamed, or have I?
Coldness creeps, crawling across slate; it feels as though it’s reached my skin.
I watch, blinded by the dark, or are my eyes closed?
I here the moans, they surround me, cling to my very flesh I feel their claws, digging deeper… into my soul.
They tug at my heart. Slowly pulling the pain, my sanity, away…
Numb, ahh, I feel it now. Death? Or insanity?
I stay still, no longer can I feel the shackles incasing my every limb. No more…
My souls clothing, a stained cloth. Ripped, barriers crashing down.
Portrayed innocents, erased, forgotten. Was it even there?
Pain, bleeding from my mind. Do I have blood? Claws crushing my soul,
Or is that the weight of my every thought falling my mind unstable…
I feel it, nothing, so cold, so blank. Death… can I die?
By. Behind Blue Eyes