Sympathy, the rot of soul

I will fall away,
My body bloodied, bones broken,
Nerves twisted beyond the reach of anesthesia.

I will live this horror,
Lidless eyes seeing the unfathomable terror,
Lips twisted away in grimace.

I will remain silent,
For sympathy, is the rot of soul.

Dig away in night I shall,
And not a sound shall escape my lips.

To find that Sun I long for,
That shall wipe away all the darkness within.

The emotional fool

I want all those dances,
The midnight walks.
The duets whispered and echoed across the deep gorges,
I want to feel my heart constrict, lungs gasp to gather air.
I want to lay in your arms watch the embers of setting sun.
Run on a powdered sea of glass.
I want to feel love,
Overpower my urge to live and ready to jump into an endless abyss.