Step into my skull
where the shadows breathe,
where the walls
are cracked
and the thoughts seethe.
Emotions claw
like beasts
in the dark,
tearing at the wires
that hold my heart.
I’m trying
to love myself
in a place so cold,
trying to love her
while my soul erodes.
Trying to love a world
Beats me up
spits me out,
a ghost with a heartbeat,
full of doubt.
No Wild West—
just graveyard halls,
a shattered mind
where the night
never stalls.
Candles flicker
on the bones
of dreams,
and every hope
screams through the seams.
Tied up tight
in a ritual rope,
hung for the thrill,
choking on hope.
Cut me down—
watch me rise,
only to fall
back into
the underworld .
This is my inside
bleeding through
my teeth,
ink-black rhythm
underneath.
My fire’s dimming
down to a spark
of grief,
fading like breath
in winter’s freeze.
I’m drowning alone
where no one sees,
locked in the trenches
of my own misery .
My thoughts
prowl like wolves
in a ruined cathedral,
scratching at
the stained glass
of everything lethal.
I’m a broken hymn
in a body of sin,
trying to rebuild
where the cracks
never thin.
Her name
is a whisper
with a sharp edge,
cutting through
the gloom
like a cursed pledge.
I want to be better,
but the mirror lies
shows me the wounds
I hide behind my eyes.
Every scar is a poem
I never meant to write,
but they tattoo
themselves
in the dead of night.
I fight myself
more than I fight the world—
a storm in a bottle,
violently swirled.
Up-down,
breakdown,
endless loop,
swinging in the shadows
like a tugged tight noose.
Freedom’s a rumor
I can barely trust—
I rise, I fall, I burn, I rust.
This is inside of me
bleeding through my teeth,
ink-black rhythm
underneath.
My fire’s dimming
down to a spark
of grief,
fading like breath
in winter’s freeze.
I’m drowning alone
where no one sees,
locked in the trenches
of my own misery.
If I scream to the void,
will it scream back?
If I patch my heart,
will it still crack?
If I choose myself once,
will the dark retreat,
or swallow me whole
with a steady beat?
I’m a cursed verse
walking on broken stone,
half alive, half unknown.
Tie me up—
I’ve danced with the dark.
Let me drop—
I’ll leave a mark.
Set me free—
freedom’s a spark.
Call me storm.
Call me night.
Call me the soul
that refuses to die.
This is all of me
echoing inside,
a bruised heartbeat
with nowhere to hide.
Fire’s fading out
but I still survive,
dragging my shadows
back to life.
From the ruins,
the ashes,
the screams in me—
I rise again
Fall again
Rise again
When will it end.
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