Morning Phlegm

A statue is what you wanted, a doll to dress and show your friends to. An impression left in a stain, a death left in a space. How much I hate you is unmeasurable to the pain you caused by trapping me in a life that was never mine. You wanted a cross to bear but you forgot to untie me first. Now, the blood runs down your back and I cry in pain, not being able to speak. As much as I owe you for your sacrifices, as much as I owe you for your blood and tears, as much as I owe you for your selflessness, I never wanted to be buried alive under it. If only I could kill myself. If only I could end this imprisonment. Would I be forgiven? Would I be free again? I can't give you anything that I don't have. I can't give you anything that you don't want. All, I want now is death and even that doesn't want me. How do I leave? How do I escape my thoughts? How do I escape these chains of guilt? How do I escape this fire of pain in which I burn. How do I escape YOU? YOU'VE...

Have you ever felt like you're drowning in every gap in between every scream? "Expired" he said. Wordless compassion was meant but strangled by a callous rope. When there's no tomorrow how can there be today? Suffered, tortured under your name but rose again in shame. How many did I kill to keep this life? A lifeless existence in which I die in day by day. Lost in a depth of space to which I can't even imagine. Indifferent to everything I know and believe, how can you see me when you choose to not look beneath the scars. Leave me and let me die a death of chaos, for all I know now is madness which has been knocking on my door for oh so long now.