inner struggles

Surging, an uncontrollable thirst for blood the flood of all floods rotting my inner sanctum from the inside out none so bright, no such light waking from disillusion and into disheartened feelings the feelings of a struggle I cannot even fathom the feelings of a struggle I cannot even see I...

Come out and play Don't be shy, I don't bite much... As much as I hate to admit it I am insane, I am lost, I am hopeless dreading the end days my pen always runs out of ink but then I think to myself why bother trying anymore? why bother crying anymore? Tears deep enough to sink in worries dark...