Sleeping Peom #7

Weakness slither down mine spine
By agonised emotions, I'm paralysed
Deprived breath with the deadly kiss of thine
I do not want to remain alive..
Absurd existence
Unenviable distress
Shallow presence
A pale smile is put to death.
Those pills will never heal
The deep sorrows within
Reality is no longer real
I meditate my horror's murder.
Abode in mine own mind
Suffocated under words no one else could hear.
The life in me is so dead.
I am a heresy
Mine words will never be heard
Cruel and unpleasant
Lack hypocrisy.
Bitter tears are shedding
Washing the dignity left
Walk away
Never look behind
Murder the past, present and future
Without care
Without love.