Pandora Cataclysm
From the depths of my soul
I am not freed
Stab my heart twice
Til I bleed
Nothing but numbness
Tingling in it’s faint spell
I mourn for hopes and dreams to come
But not a shudder
Nor burst of life
May enter this swell
I have no voice
No breath of air to speak
No matter what this earth provides
The world spins in circles
It’s cracked core so weak
Tragedy alone speaks it’s cruel fake life...
Ink stained blood
dripping from the pipelines...
Through a syringe
It stings through flesh
Yet now numb to pain I rest...
Does it matter...
If I live...
Or die...?
Questions tangle me
The obvious of truths...
Of consequences to chosen grave
Will there be a heaven to soar?
Or a nothingness entangled in our cold heart
With our horrors...
In solitude
Til we fade
To fog?
To blindness
Too fake to tell
Our bodies been frozen hard
A shell...
An empty vessel...
Is the heart still beating?
Is there time to be saved?
Will there be a hand to save me?
We are dolls...
Toyed with emotions by wicked tongues...
Why risk the chance of being torn once more?
Fetus position...
My arms curl like serpents...
Swallowing my body whole
Strangling holding tightly
I will not listen
Let the voice escape me
Leave me in a shell
Take it all
Pandora’s box left me nothing...
But it’s deepest misery and grief...
What a fool... Pandora...
To let such precious emotions
Leave your position
The only truth left in this lifeless doll...
Is proven how fake...
The world has become...
Empty...
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