Dried ink

I am drowning in my own nothingness as
I do what I have always despised,I hide
behind closed doors from the light that
use to freely pour looking and begging
for more but too scared to reopen the
door. Life no more so easy to spare,life
no more can be found without a tear of
hidden fears!No wounds to be found on my
flesh,just the unspoken words that I miss.

Trenches of spiraling dreams run deep
into my soul searching for the answers
that are always untold. Hidden awake,
faking asleep in this life that I breathe.
Searching for the positive that I wish to
feel,finding my own negatives that seem so
unreal.


A lining of ink made of thoughts and words
spread around my mind,the meanings not even
I can find..I search blindly as my eyes are
closed for no one else to see me like a child
in a game of hide in seek!That is me!I look
to the sun,stars and moon but yet still the
words on paper leaks out like a fork,I look
for my spoon to savoir my words that use to
be made of flavor even when absurd I could
find my own rhyme,now they are left behind!

I drift back into obligation never admitting
that I understand what is brought forward and
what shall be cut down.I frown persistently as
I move forward away from myself hesitantly I
beg to be freed, my ink of torment and tears to
once again bleed in built up nothingness fears
of wonderments that unravels in these words that
only some will understand but many will fear
by their own written hand.

The only nightmares I had last night was the
words that hid within me frightfully, never to
see the light! My hands with them I learn to
fight!Torment remembers the ink that once bled
from my pen!Never to be hidden what once was
unafraid,my feelings I now hold within as it
cuts me like a blade that is made up of dark
sin.I bleed within!I close my eyes and now deny
the words that can always be found,my ink I
now let dry.Tears falling from my eyes,I disguise!