my fight.

when all else fails
the tears drown,
and dry.

i've never known i could fall
so deeply into myself
the poison consumes
it burns and exhumes whatever piteous little
i had
the facade
it crumbles, but does so shrieking
like a kitten cooked over a fire

it's dark, in here.
it's a vast expanse of darkness, but claustrophobia
reigns gaily
bacause everywhere i turn
there's no way out
there's just more of the thick
smothering poison
taken in gasping gulps
because nobody forced me to

my heart aches.
it hurts so badly, i can almost hear the tears of blood
squeezed out by the choking stronghold
this darkness has on it.

this darkness, can i fight it?
this darkness, will i win it?

when i'm aided only by a maudy crusader's sword
split into splinters of blunt metal
when i'm aided only by the stink
of my own fear
when the pain becomes too much to bear

let the healing begin.