I sit and stare

Today I sit and stare.

Dreaming; unconscious from actual thought.,

feeling nice to be unplugged, there's no one to hurt you.

When living in a fantasy,

where the voices can't reach you.

I need seclusion, living in a world,

that's filled with hate. I need silence.

My mind is corrupted with the calls of ending it all.

Finally blowing out the last candle, that awaits on my broken timeline.

The noise will dissipate into the background.

Someone take my last soul,

as I fall into an abysmal bliss, that melts into a warm yellow liquid. There, it flows with the rhythm of my heart.

Lost,

chaotic thoughts of Mutilation.

My insides are graveyard,

watching smile, after smile,

shoved into the coffins of my words

High on pain, I sit and stare.

Living,

somewhere as an illusion that I'm okay.

Acting as a poster child of all dirty lost thoughts,

because in my fantasy, where voices can't reach you.