inevitable.

i've been chasing shadows and listening to echoed whispers.
as high as i try to climb, my head always weighs me down.
with a heavy face in these palms, i wish i could claw it off and gnaw on the hanging skin.
painless now.
with a heavy heart in this chest; hopeless now.
i could care less how things turn out.
all i can do.
the day always starts with sunlight.
and ends with silence and still darkness.

this is nothing but a fucking ghost, memories. transparent apparitions of how bold and blind i used to be.
what opened my eyes was spite, desolation and misfortune. so, thank you.

thank you for this hell.

this is for everything you've put in me and ripped away.
this is for the things you wont admit.
your filthy fucking lips.
filth spoken from filth.

the scratching under your bed is the sound of hell drawing near.
as you sleep, i wont watch over you anymore.
when you hear whispers in your ear,
it wont be me saying sweet dreams.

someone prayed for your head to be devoured
and your limbs to be torn off.