Farctated With The Dusk

Ŧĥ€ ŧhîŋğ

It washes over me, filling me from cell to cell,
The tightness igniting every emotion within me.
The emotions mingled with the zooming adrenalin,
pulsating to every of my perked nerves,
It all makes me high.
High on the fear,
High on the pain,
High on the want;
Want of death.
It all makes my heart quicken, thumping viciously against my ribs.
Then, the loneliness creeps in,
Adding fuel to the dark yet fiery bundle of emotions.
It feels me to my brim, my highest point of self-destruction.
Yet, I let it fill me, flow out of me,
The screams and tears being the aid to do so.
It's dangerously terrifying, how immensely I am inured to it,
To the emotions,
To the murderous doubts,
To the person I had become.
I stare at a stranger, a stranger with the same brown eyes as mine,
With the same features and with the same heart.
How peculiar, feeling eerie as I stare back,
My mind seeming to freeze to recognize who I see in the mirror.
All these pent-up emotions clog my throat,
forming a lump, encumbering me from voicing out my true thoughts,
My true voice and my true dreams.
Instead, the fakeness spills out of my mouth,
Leaving me bitter on the tongue and in the heart.
My dreams and wants burn along with everything,
tarnishing the luster of the bright colors of my once big dreams.
It all crumbles to bits, fading away as the stubborn beating of my heart continues,
the sound annoyingly resonating in my ears.
It's almost fascinating, how drastically it all could break,
How the kind hearts and beautiful souls could be drowned in the abyss,
The darkness swallowing it all, leaving the body as a mere vessel.
It's pathetic how the cause of it all, the beginning of all these,
Is nothing but one's own mind,
One's own thoughts that had been dove into,
Too deep enough to get lost in the incessant loop of forever.
It was always the mind and always will be,
A fragile thing, but yet a ticking bomb.
It was wrong to have assume that the ghosts were scary,
When the mind in the body stood as the absolute worst;
The only thing that could save you and,
The only thing that could kill you, all at the same time.
For the ones who had dove deep within it, now,
Have realized they've offered themselves to the impending doom,
A tortures and ugly pain unlashing with in, leading to the worst; Death.
But death won't seem bad at all, never the demon.
In contrary, it will glow as a reliever, a savior from the pain,
From the self-destruct we have unlashed upon us.

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