I'm trapped in a Hell of my own making.
I'm drowning in my sea.
I feel the cruel jab of Irony as I watch you throw me a lifeline;
Just out of reach, I can't seem to get to it no matter how hard I swim.
You taunt me as I struggle.
The current rages on as Fate tries repeatedly to drag me farther away.
All or nothing.
Win or lose.
Triumph or fail.
Am I destined to watch my dreams die?
A Siren calls to me;
She sings a lullaby of Death, and I long for her melodious voice to penetrate this shroud of sorrow.
To let her take me in her cold pale arms and drift off into endless sleep.
To kiss her red, red lips as my Life ebbs away.
To escape this nightmare called Reality.
Should I play the scapegoat a final time, or do I stare into the void unafraid and alone?
I've always been alone, always will be.
But I didn't expect to be afraid...
Arrogant as I stare deep into the face of possible futures, I see my dreams and my fears.
I'm caught in the undertow again, the warmth leeching from my veins,
Leaving behind this fractured hollow shell.
I wish I had someone...
I wish I could be something better...
I wish there was something more than this...
And after countless tears,
After hours of looking over the broken peices and wondering if I'm at all fixable,
I resurface.
I try again.
Always for naught.
I watch, ceaselessly concious, as my wretched world unfurls.
I have no Balance, no shred of Light in my sea of Darkness.
My soul remains trapped, shackled by the shadows that hold many faithless wanderers enthrall.
I haunt these stagnant depths, a ghost that can't find her home.
I have nothing but dreams and a foolish, tainted hope that I just might be found.
Life will be renewed.
Balance will be restored.
For me, failure can not be an option.
 Lady_of_Razielim · Thu Nov 02, 2006 @ 03:41am · 2 Comments |
