My inner soul bleeds, dying with each breath.
longing to reach out beyond the dark place
within it cries to you,
wanting you,
needing you
lost beyond all measure
drowning in its own pool of life
the very essencence of being your own black hole
It only gets bigger and bigger
as you back away feeling like a puppet
tied up in battle, torn and ripped apart by your own wounds
tears dried and gone a heart hardened
no longer glass but stone-cold wet moss covered stone.
The soul drowns daily
only to awaken to the cold hard reality of lonliness.
Its like sinking in quick sand
and you wake gasping for air
only to realize the very air you breath has been sucked from your body
leaving you for dead and useless every time.