White bleeds like
drops of white out.
Splattering and
smearing against
my cheek.

All the hatred in
my soul burns as
even love and desire
becomes chaos.

Madness pulls me
and embraces me
as I struggle
and wrestle out
of her grip.

I smash my head,
and the pain is still
there like bubbles
of memories that
claw at my mind.

All the escapes
and hopes are gone,
and it will never
be alright.

Cause my abyss
comes from strangers.
And all who wake
up everyday,
and my hell is your
good days.

01/30/2009

Posted on 01/30/2009
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