My mind wanders aimlessly,
into the soul of the unknown.
Aching for originality,
something to call my own.
The beauty that i see,
is only darkness that i free,
unleashing inner demons
into my reality.
Always dreading to see the next day.
Running from this terrible pain.
And finally, my outlet- in the sting of a blade.
Cutting through my conscious mind.
Eating away at what once was mine,
feeding this demon like a starving child,
always eating, never providing.
Wondering how such an evil could be.
and wondering why it had to be me.
a river of ash formed from my scorched soul.
a home for the unwelcome,
a hell in my hold.