The Dangers of Crushed Dreams

  I can feel a fire kindling in my heart, giving birth to feared projections of hatred and remorse. Repressed anger is typically delivered to its creator, the one holding the rage in a clenched fist. Unwilling to douse the flames of desire from my mind, razor claws dive into my chest, searing my heart into fragments of my former self. This flame is forever burning away my hopes, and it won't retreat despite the falling snow. I long to be by the side of the demons of the night. We will swing together, my arms locked in the morbid feathers that caress their wings. Hell will answer my pleas and vanquish love from my heart. I will never know pain again. But even the devils would deny me. I am the rejected tree branch, pathetic, and nearly invisible, and not even fit for the crackling of Hellfire. I am abandoned by both the good and evil of the world, trapped in between grace and pure destruction. I do the only thing I know I am capable of. Giving up all resistance to the cruelties echoing in my soul, I let the torturous fire of my sickness consume me. Not even ashes remain when the last flame flickers out.

Author's Note

i didn't know what to call this..

Reviews

[Nicole]

I wonder how you must have felt when you wrote this.
I read this and thought about my parents yelling at me, and just put me down.
Depressing read, but in a good way.
I love it. xD