Razor sharp

Sliding down this razor sharp concrete, scratching away this deep rooted ache. An acute clarity, piercing through every ounce of my being, extracting more than is present. Voices of aching misery, echoing, clashing against these walls of a withering sanity. Shivering innocence painted over, stroked with kisses of an ugly black. Remarkable cruelty, a merciless …

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Heaviness.

There is a heaviness that lingers deep within, a heaviness that tears at my numbly frozen skin, constantly awakening it with fresh cuts.   The pain, the never ending heartbreak slashes through my withering existence, branding my soul with infinite misery, an eternal suffering.   I still breathe, yet my breath is no more then …