Darkened Truth

I'm gone. Too far in too care.
My life. A russian roulette's dare.
This pain. Controls my every motion.
This cure. Remedies like a soothing lotion.
It's warmth. Unlike any other cure.
It's touch. Euphoric and oh so pure.
Depressed. Pain stricken inside.
Succumbed. By what lies behind.
A portrait. Painted my plastic smile.
A trip. My journey for a while.
My future? Remains the million dollar question.
My present? Remains numb without emotion.