I am a prisoner,
but my prison has no walls;
the shackles that bind me
pulse through my body
and throb in my brain.
My happiness feel like sadness.
but my hope is that my sadness
brings happiness to those I love.
My satisfaction is empty,
but I hope my emptiness
brings comfort to those who care.
I have chosen this;
I am willing.
With each dose
I pacify my demons;
I lull my passion to sleep.
Apathy has stolen my dreams.
I have no focus,
my meaning is void.
I will never be myself again;
I am left a shell.
My spirit is vacant:
the sadness in my eyes
betrays the happiness I try to convey.
But I am stable.
I won't harm myself or others;
I have ceased to live,
so that I can remain alive...
for everyone else.
Every moment we have a choice.
Every choice has an outcome.
I choose to comply,
and with compliance,
with each choice to behave,
I sell my soul...
dose by dose.
How strange it is to be a ghost in the land of the living.
Long I wander, seeking what is ne'er to be found:
Desperate for quarter which provides no shelter,
Hungry for food which never fills,
Thirsty for drink which never does quench,
Shivering for garments which leave me naked.
I look to you with questioning eyes;
Asking, begging, pleading...
I only want your time, your attention.
I know better than to ask for your heart.
Come with me to my salt-water mansion.
With burdens long-lost,
and Tomes, written aeons ago
Which tell of our story, written long before we were born.
I will not fill you with Promises,
for Promises are empty and always fail.
I will not fill you with Hope,
for Hope is a fickle friend, and so often betrays.
But I can show you Truth, and I can show you my Heart.
These I offer you freely.
Will you dare to accept?
COMMENTS
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DianicXWitch
06:14 Jan 24 2011
goddess knows that's right