PutYourBraveFaceOn

Can you hear its torturous shriek, love? My heart is seeping through the cracks and I am afraid this time the wounds are here to stay. I am hopelessly trying to keep in one distorted piece the echo of my being, but, without my consent, the shadows are relentless and advancing with each stolen sigh.   Tangible nightmares have been strategically and painfully reformatting my essence, going through each fragment as if I were nothing. I am slowly fading away and, even though I am desperately fighting it for you, I am realizing how much of a ghost I truly am nowadays. My senses are as useless as they are deceptive, leaving me with no guidance a...

        The night is my refuge. It is my companion and ironically the single fraction of this madness that keeps me away from my living nightmares. Everything is dead still and peacefully quiet and I like it this way. Their screechy, annoying voices aren't more than echoes now. I can finally hear my heart sobs. It is strange, but I sometimes wonder if it is still there, if it is beating anymore. I wouldn't blame it if it stopped. I wouldn't want to give out warmth and energy to this dreadful place either. I am looking at that tiny window ... how much it resembles me, being suffocated by those inhumane, full of stillness bars. All of those ...