Devoured by my own dismay
Crying in the middle of the night
Feeling the sharp points of the daggers impaling my heart
Fainted behind my shadow
Forced to live
Devoted to death
Striving for darkness and the underworld
Devoured by my own regrets
Chains of anguish that bond me to my death chamber
Where I hid behind the veil of sorrow and blood
Like a magnificent statue of sorrow veiling her countenance
I melt in the haze of the night to become invisible
I become the night and the solitude
Just a creature of the underworld
The realm of destruction and death
Transformation mutes me in infinite shapes and entities
Devoured by my own dismay
I linger in my own fantasies
Sometimes they are my nightmares and they want to obliterate me
Sometimes they are my fears and anxieties
Chaining me to my dungeon of anguish
Slowly the rain falls over me
Stroking my face as to accompany me in my garden of loneness
I surrender to my madness and turmoil
I have no power anymore
I lost everything to be left with dust and decay
My heart is stitched and bleeding
Buried inside a coffin in the graveyard of memories
In the cemetery of those I lost permanently
And time seemed to stop at the very moment my grief began to be alive
Interrupting my life and slicing me into fragments and pieces of flesh and blood
To be relegated to a poky fate
Tucked behind time’s dusty drapes.
Lisa