I am lost in the tunnels of misery.
Trust me when I say it’s a long one.
I am tired,
My legs cannot go any further.
My nerves are fighting my skin to burst out,
My mind is pleading for death.
I cannot go back to where I started.
I cannot walk out of the tunnels.
I have no place to go,
No plot of land or heart to call my home,
And this darkness is consuming me.
I am afraid if I continue my journey finding a way out of it,
I will be a walking dead.
With a beating heart
But my existence emotionless and foul.
I will no longer be able to express,
Feel things around me.
I will no longer be able to write them like most of the time I do,
I will lose it.
Vicious web of dark tunnels with damp ground and silence is all that’s left to me.
With every minute passing I see a new memory in front of me…
Pain gushing through my blood,
The torment so cruel that my bones and muscles feel paralysed.
I pray death to consume me,
Take me away from this world where I couldn’t sleep a night without hate.
Take me away.