My love of you has turned as blackened as the soles of my feet.
My mistake of trust wrought into my back by many lashes.
I was more bound by your attachments than the ropes fettering me to this pyre.
My throat is wracked with ash and regret.
However this burning light is freeing me of more than my bubbling flesh and bone.
A cleansing blaze of freedom, freedom from your chains, your manacles, your control.
And in this freedom you will find your damnation.
May my shadow lurk in every corner.
May my scorched facade haunt your every mirror.
May my spirit dance in the burning remains of your failure.
I feel disconnected.
Out of sync.
There is a weight on my chest
My brain on autopilot
won’t make me
The pain in my chest.
Staring at the ceiling is the only thing I wish to do.
The chains holding me are of
in the background has faded to white noise
behind the orchestra
of this Waking Nightmare.