Sunday, 20 March 2011
You wish someone could free you from the pain of an agonizing egotistic frame that can no longer hold the worst side of you. No one can paint the most idyllic image of your most adored self.
And you know there is no one out there. No one believes in you anymore. You have failed, rather miserably and the all hope has expired. No more expectations, the fears have been spread all over you without mercy. Devoured by your own fate you are slowly waiting for the end that will never come.
Here in the limbo, suspended in the hollow air I wait for the nothing to free me from the something. Useless, hopeless and broken. It will all end, and I can no longer end it myself.
Free fall, talentless wait...at last my heart bleeds out of me. No more I feel, no more I expect.
Blood, just blood is me.
Posted by Bohemian at 00:27