Treasure Island

Arwen Undomiel


Selfhate


Corrupted life.
And things rather left forgotten.
My soul wasted for nothing.
I look at these hands,
They bring so much corruption.
Everything I touch turns and fades.
In the distance I see nothing.
A hole or a void
A place of emptiness and infinite darkness.
I am transparent.
You can’t see me?
This hole inside me is just as clear.
How much longer will I live?
Will I suffer?
I need it.
Pain is all I know.
Floating in a circle down the abyss,
Swirling and floating...
I see destruction left by my hands.
Sever them from me, set me free!
Only the abyss knows,
I am ruined.

Destroy/ruin/pain/reject/hate/alone

Submitted: Tuesday, January 14, 2014
Edited: Wednesday, January 15, 2014

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