Between Life and Death

All this pain and hatred built up inside
I cant feel my body,
I'm not even sure I'm still alive.
What is this called then,
This thing that I'm doing?
It cant be living,
But it cant be death.
Numb to the world and all its torment.
Living in the shadows of the darkness,
That swallow my entire being,
Not wanting to fight back.
I just want to be consumed,
At least maybe then i will feel something.

Brother

My heart, it cries out,

In agonizing pain,

As it lay faintly beating, 

On the cold dissecting table.

Prodded and Poked,

It knows nothing but pain and scars,

But, though it is my heart that screams for help,

It is my soul that begs for more.

My soul, it lives off of the pain,

Brought by others,

It cries out for more,

Just so it knows what it is like to feel,

Anything,

To live.

But this, 

This is not really living.

This is the border between life and death.

It is death who beckons me,

With his promises of solitude,
An escape from this opaque nightmare.
While life, she glares and she laughs.
With no end of the pain in sight,
I run toward death,
Oh to be embraced in his arms,
But all effort is futile,
For life has bound my heart with a single thread,
Though small and young,
This thread binds my soul to this earth,
If only for eighteen years.

Destiny

What is the destiny of the man who has lost himself,

In the tormented game called life.

Living day in and out shrouded in the opaque shadows of uncertainty.

Seeking an escape from the demons prodding at his soul.

In moments of insecurity,
In the opaque questionings of the mind,
Tempestuous emotions rob the soul of its purity,
Leaving heart ache behind.
Engulfed in thoughts drowned in iniquity.
Torn between the cultivated mind,
And the impulses of fear prodding at the untamed heart.
Logic and religion become entwined,
The soul begins to take itself apart.
Dismantling the innocent heart into minuscule pieces,
The mind loses itself and is uncertain,
The soul begins to fade, until the last breath ceases.
There lies the soulless corpse as they close the curtain,
The internal torment of the mind goes in vain,
For the ending result was the same.

Weight of life

Its to much.
I can bare it no longer,
I feel the weight with all of its force.
My lungs collapsing ,
the air scarce,
and slowly my life seeps away into the opaque night.
Tears slowly begin to run down my face,
Flooding the cold and desolate floor,
That cradles my spiritless corpse.

Fatal End

There once lived a girl,
who cried in secret,
she felt she was bound.
Afraid that in her secrets she would drown,
No one really knew,
Nothing they thought was true.
So she continued to lie,
Wanting nothing more than to die,
Or so she thought.
What she really wished for,
Was for someone to open the door,
To look deep and see,
the girl that lie underneath.
But no one ever saw,
They just believed her to be without a flaw.
No one cared to look past a single lie,
So in her own blood she lay alone and die.

The Shadow of Death

Death is in every corner of the earth,
There is no escaping its hollowed grasp.
It lurks in the shadows,
But does not hide from the light.
It fears no evil,
It can not be defeated by any supernatural power,
It can not be transcended.
All there is to do is wait for it,
Because one day it shall creep upon you,
And embrace in its opaque frigid arms.
You shall be swallowed whole,
By the shadow of death.