Tears burn lines down your face.
Those tears become the fire that is 
Your cries fall silently.
Every night you scream into your
As all this swallows you whole.
Your fear is suffocating.
It tears wide open your soul.
You are falling to submission.
You are drawing lines on your skin.
You just want escape.
You just want release.
For you the gallows are calling.
Night is falling.
Twilight finds you wanting.
So enticing is the desire of despair.
It is saturating you.
Weighing you down.
You are drowning.
You can no longer keep your head up.
You are slipping 'neath the surface.
And fading to black.
Hope has become so foreign.
The innocence you lost.
With a whisper in your ear.
You pull bear the veins.
That whisper becomes a scream.
This is becoming your last resort.
Where you are hiding.
Deeper you are sinking.
There is no escape now, not for you.
The lie becomes the truth you see.
And all Heaven is crying for you.
As you slip between another crack
  in the floor.

(Scott David Buckley-10/05/2012)

1 comment:

  1. Desperation will push us to the breaking point.It will pull us down into a deep dark place, of which there is no return. But as far away as hope seems, hope still remains constant. This is the strength that will close your last resort.And will save you from slipping between the cracks in the floor. Hold tight onto hope, it will not let you down.


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