The Song is Over.

Enter my world,
Fallen angels and haunting devils,
I find solace in thee,
One that beckons silence,
And signals sadness,
To smile, care and love,
You know not.
To hurt, hate and hit,
You love so much,
Emotional not as much as physical,
Suffering, strife and grief become you,
The three inevitable musketeers,
              ..........
You promised to let me go,
That if I slit my wrists I'd be free,
You lied..  
It just gave you strength, enough to consume me,
And you did,
The darkness is overwhelming - too much,
A disease I don't want to spread,
Contagious per se,
So I quarantine myself,
Selfless and selfish simultaneously,
Atleast no one will get hurt,
Except that I'm broken everyday,
Secluded, segregated - a loner,
Bleeding the last pint of love left,
Ironically I never had any for myself,
Self loathing, judging, comparing myself,
That's when you saw the opportunity,
You motherfucker,
Turned me on myself,
Made me believe that I was the enemy,
That I was my own threat,
You made me fight,
A losing battle,
For each blow I struck with,
I was weakened by the same,
Perhaps I could've saved myself....
              ..........
Perhaps just an ounce of love may have worked,
If I'd appreciated me for who I am,
Seen the perfection in my flaws,
Smiled a little more often,
Perhaps....
All that seems so elusive now,
Permanent personality purgatory,
I can't change....
So I'll embrace you tonight,
Play your deadly quartet - stringed,
A silent tune,
A loud applause,
A bathroom floor applause,
Curtains close,
I take the final bow,
The stage is empty henceforth....