Justyna Stanisz

My cold black hole

Screaming without a sound.
My head is whirling, lost thoughts all around.
The glass shatters,
but what does it matter?
 
No one notices anyway,
me in my dark cold black hole.
And no, I cant face the day.
And no, I dont want to reach any goal.
The cold wind blows my feelings away.
And though,
everyone has ones own hole,
they manage to crawl out somehow.
And somehow Im not allowed.
 
So far away from life.
Im torn up and broken down.
Daydreaming and I dive
and suddenly I dont feel alone.
 
Demons guiding me through my dreams,
turning into nightmares.
I breathe in the dead air.
It really isnt as it seems.
 
How dare you blame me?
Your rules and theories dont work down here.
Maybe Idug this hole,
but they cut off my wings,
so I cant fly away anymore.
But I doubt you understand these things.
 
Im at the end of my tether.
But its better you stay away, dont come hither.
 
Im crying myself into pieces, tears turning into blood.
Sick lullabies, broken dreams, myself is all that Ive got.
Red raindrops pouring down on what once was my pride.
Or could it be that I just try to hide?
 
In the end its hard to say
whether this is my refuge or my prison.
But actually I dont see any reason
to answer this question today.
 
Written 2006

 

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Published on e-Stories.org on 09/04/2006.

 

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