CheshireXIII

Its darkness. Its hopelessness and pain without wound. Its barbed wire with snake venom, curled around your heart and driving deeper and deeper into your person. Its lonely nights and sad music and the dreaded feeling of a next day. Its coldness in your bones, coldness that never reaches your skin. Its fake smiles and faker laughs. It's the thought maybe a blade would help. Or a bottle of sleeping pills. Or that pistol in the bed drawer. It's a lifeless numbness. Its waking up every morning and wanting to keep your eyes closed forever. Its watching the street too carefully and wondering if you could just slip off the curb. Its looking up at

Take a breath. Take a moment. Winter chill. Icy white. Flood the mind, flood with darkness and shadows. There is no light here. Where is your God? Needles pierce the heart - needles of all sizes, of all types. Sharp, dull, some colored black and blue and green, others deep red. There is no light here. You can't find the door from this misery - it doesn't exist. Take a breath. Ignore, ignore, ignore. You can't ignore words so hateful, said with such force you are almost thrown into belief  because they believe. And where is someone to correct such a mistake? There is no light here. There are webs of deceit, where you lie tangled with ano