Tuesday, March 29, 2011

Destructed

Feverish mania consuming, encircling.

A climb with broken limbs,
A swim with damaged lungs.

A blade to be dragged upon waken skin.
Convinced the pain isn't real.

It's only a neurones impulses.

Suicide seen as selfishness.

But that is exactly how this is,
Trapped in ones own obsessions.

To end the raging agony,
Is to escape it. Don't you see?

3 comments:

Beyond said...

that's the easiest way to dishonor love and life both.. love is meant to strengthen the soul.

Brittany said...

Perhaps, but what is love.

Beyond said...

don't know what people mean by love for me it is just having her at my side when the world is against me

the truth about freedom

The space between inhale and exhale the space between stars fill up with air, and collapse into dust I walk a sunlit path and breath...