Gone

Tired of such extemporaneous living.

I'm dead inside and I have nothing left to kill or hide.

There's no reprisal to this sentence which binds me to that heavy stone.

I've been kissing the death that's been sleeping in my empty heart, never knowing it took my every breath.

Aching just creeping up my spine as the drug fades and the demons start to play within my mind.

It's not the walls that scare me the most, it's that haunting image of your ghost.

Will it ever go away, when will you be gone?