Swallowing bitter pills, a carousel of fleeting hopes, a haze that deceives, This wretched existence, a performance I wear, a role that never leaves. Weight of this anguish suffocates me, a yearning to unravel and grieve, If I could face my demons, shed each bitter tear, a plunge to set me free The tethers that bind me to this torment, a soul in disarray, Perhaps beyond salvation a flicker of solace, where shadows finally stray.

To shed this weary cage of flesh, an escape from the agony I can’t allay, Her voices echoes in the fading light, but my spirit will soon slip away… Lost in a labyrinth of sorrow, this fractured mind crumbles day by day, The cost of each labored breath, a suffocating price I’m forced to pay. Melodies of devastating whispers, deaths call to a watery grave, The promise of oblivion, sweet release, a broken spirit none can save.

Every faltering step, a dance with anguish, a battle too brutal to bear, The release of surrender beckons, a chilling embrace I must prepare, Torment a tempest upon my soul, a storm whose end I must not impair, Tears fall like rain upon barren ground, a symphony of sorrow’s mournful sound, The World tilts and spins, mind a shattered shell, embracing a poisoned, private hell. Despair whispers promises of a bittersweet escape, a twisted mercy amidst this relentless scrape, With every destructive urge, my spirit bleeds and cracks, a captive to this maddening chaos where solace attacks.

A mockery of hope, venom through my veins it seeps, Wretched existence, my agonized soul forever weeps. The noose whispers promises, a seductive escape, A fleeting reprieve from this relentless scrape. Each day, a battle against shadows I cannot slay, A war with myself where the victor won’t hold sway. If I could leap from cliffs of doubt and fear, plunge into oblivion, my end drawing near To face my demons, shed each bitter tear, final plea as my sanity starts to disappear. Perhaps beyond the edge, sweet oblivion waits, a release from this torment, where suffering abates. To leave this wretched vessel, a shell of despair, A final exhale from the world’s icy glare.

Your voices are but whispers against the roaring storm, your words like ashes, a solace without form. Trapped within a mind aflame, consumed by unseen chains, my spirit writhes and struggles as madness fiercely reigns. Each breath, a stolen gasp, a price I’m forced to pay, for this cursed existence that withers day by day. My mind a steel trap, a cage I cannot break, the echo of her laughter, a torment I can’t shake.

Imprisoned in this rotting flesh, a year of endless decay, fury burns within me, a wild beast held at bay. With every agonizing day, my sanity starts to fray, if I remain trapped here, my spirit will give way. Swear to God, if you walked this path, a path of scorching pain, you’d yearn for the sweet release, to silence the maddening strain. Each faltering breath a reminder, a curse I must sustain, if I remain trapped forever, only madness will remain.

Swear to God, if you felt this fire, this hell within my brain, you’d crave the cold kiss of a blade, or a bullet to end your reign. The fury has vanished, my wild beast lies still, a hollowed-out shell where shadows fulfill. No strength left to fight, no yearning remains, the echoes of her laughter, a final refrain. The silence beckons, a relentless, sweet call, to embrace the oblivion that awaits. The world fades away, a canvas stained red, A symphony of violence echoes in my head. The weight of existence, a noose around my soul, Squeezing out the life that she has long controlled.

This is the end, a rotting, vacant stare, A final release from the torment I can’t bear. No more tears to shed, no pleas left to cry, Just a yearning for the stillness where the demons die. The unknown awaits, a journey yet untold, A final passage into a realm of shadowed gold.

** AUTHOR: Smokie Hooks ** ** CREATED: 8/17/21 **