Fog

I need to bleed onto this paper 

Pour the blood to fill it 

With my insides 

Splatter my pain 

For you all to see 

Finally shedding my security 

Bleed it dry 

From the fog in my head 

The buzzing fog 

Clear my eyes 

Clear my nose 

From this awful weight 

Weighing me down 

Like chains on the innocent 

The hurt like 

Razorblades slicing through 

My insides 

My organs ache 

Hollow scars upon my skin 

These words are my only 

Friend 

Loneliness is killing me 

I need to breathe 

I need to see 

The beauty in creation 

But I see nothing but 

Death and pain 

Life is made for fools 

Ones that bite the hand 

That feeds them 

I see into their facade 

The ones that are left behind

Rotting corpses 

Of skin and flesh 

Unbeatable hearts 

Full of sorrow 

In their solitude 

The constant fog 

Bleeds into their brain 

The fear that holds them tightly 

As the will fades 

Keep them in the dark 

For the dark holds the fog 

That can never die 

Reviews

[terry smith]

That is why comedians commit suicide....they are the superheros battling the darkness...and it just gets to be too much,well written!! I like it!