Blessed be the dark days, the dawn of life, when sins were gold.
Curse the future that came, the present that stayed, the price that was paid.
Death surrounds, my body, my temple, a hollow carcass, now cold.
Beneath the dirt, under the earth, is where my heart, my treasure, is laid.
My life holds no meaning, no direction, no hope; it is insignificant.
Laced with pain, laced with suffering, and laced with self-inflicted wounds.
I was once a sailing boat, but my mast has broken; I shine no longer brilliant.
Into my skin, the poison of vice that has been left behind after the moon.
Colorless, that is the hue that my life has now taken.
I watch as waves of eternity lap at the shore, I sit at the port.
Meaningless, the indication that my compass has left me forsaken.
I watch as ships of intention dock and depart, it is my last resort.
The sea calls, it sings to me a sweet lullaby, it calls me home.
The tender embrace of unfathomable depths, it beckons me to roam.
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Evermore
RomanceI was at a bad point in my life, living like a hollow shell, treading through each day like a zombie. I was going down a path of self-destruction, I knew it at that time, I knew where I was going and what I was doing to myself. I did things I regret...
