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Food.

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By CotardDelusionzPublished 2 months ago 2 min read

I'm buried so deep,

underneath many layers of grief,

My eyes are bleak

My mind on the brink

From the lack of sleep

I'm buried so deep

The weight is crushing me

The more I try to break free

The more bones I break

The more I bleed.

It seems

I'm trapped

In my own fever dream

Don't hesitate, grab the gasoline, pour it on my face, and set me ablaze with your hate, watch the layers melt away, and the only thing you'll find is my rage, straining eyes seeing everything I can't take, till my blood vessels are convulsing.

My heart is charred

My identity behind bars

Or split into the endless stars

Beyond reach, forever lost to the cosmos

There's no hope

I'm the devils favorite fool

He watches me grinning

Delighted by my blindness

Joyful because I can't trust angels

Stay away

I can't control how frequently I sway

I've been led astray

I grew with up with the devil

In my household

His darkness lingering in every corner

Watching

All the fighting

Grinning at all the dread

Feasting on all the screaming

Giggling at my desperate pleading

Exhilarated by the sight of my bleeding

Crying tears always met the floor

And demons quenched their thirst with it

I was easy pickings

I had so many emotions

So vulnerable

I felt so much it was horrible

I was always alone

Shaking on the floor

Filled with so much fear

I would scream

To never be heard

If by chance I was

I would see eyes of disdain

It would fill me with so much pain

So much hate

So much rage

The demons salivated just beyond the floor

As they waited for me to break

And I did

I always did

My heart broke

And my mind caught fire

My soul lost shape, flickered, and withered

Quickly the demons reached to exploit me

They grabbed me and I felt their cold and dry cracking skin, their skin was gray and I could see their purple veins. They held me down by my limbs so I couldn't escape, I screamed and cried for help, Mom! Please help! Mom please! Dad! Help me they're hurting me! Please hear me! Please anyone!

Please someone hear me

God

Where

Are

You

They dug their nails into my skin to make me bleed

And with their sandpaper tongues they licked the blood off me

They bled out my soul

Then left me

I had become forever corrupted

Tainted at a young age

Disgusted at the corpse I reside in

Since then I've been rotting

Their presence left me with so much sickness

Only death can relieve this disease they left me

Mental HealthStream of Consciousnesssurreal poetryFree Verse

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