Loneliness is the thief
of our childhood
fear is the convict of life
still trying to grip reality
while our minds are
slowly dying
red-tinged tears
on ivory skin
eyes like a storm
on the open sea
unseeing all but
tortured souls
tired bodies all around
an eternal tunnel
with too many turns
always ending up lost
forever in a dark room
a single flame illuminating
a sunken face
devoid of hope
heart bleeding with
twistedly shrieking pain
when the metal bites
the skin
drinking in the last remnants
of pitiful human existance.