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burn the darkness from the center of my eyes

Digging graves
Somehow feels like ecstasy
Throwing stones at paper hearts
Setting fire to the scraps
Stairing down a tapered hallway
Every step leading me closer to the breaking point
But still I stumble
Still I crave
Too feel the sting of severed wings
The numbing of the cancer
To carve out the shattered memories plauging my mind
My pulse is slowing
My bloods turned toxic
My frozen heart barely keeping me alive
The sustainer of life has turned into a methodicAl killer
Laying outstretched on this bed of rusted nails
Watching the demons dancing
Holding there knives in such perverse fashion
Waiting for tbe moment I sleep
To come and steal that last shred of callous
That last grain of hope sourrounding my soul
Thats holding my heart together
Cast out like devient eclectic shadows
Bleeding over the edge of those old stone steps that use to lead me to your door
Swollen eyes still ripe with the sting of ransid tears
Cascading down my face
Pouring out like a flood
Drenching the soiled foundation of what we were
That now lays collapsed in ruins beneath me
With broken wrists and shattered knees
Forced to crawl out from the devistation
Out into the light
The sensation Burns as it kisses my skin
But I invite it with open arms
Like the first breath after being sufficated to the edge of death
Coming back to life
Reborn
My afterlife
The sight is like heroin released into my blood stream
A taste of death but just to the point of loosing control
Keeping the devil in keen perspective
As my pupils dialate and the sun engulfs my mind
The warmth ravaging my body
Waves of pins and needles rise and fall in succession
I feel them tearing across my skin
Shocks of the most delightful pain reminding me im still breathing
But soon the day will turn to  night
My eyes will grow heavy  
And I will have to    sleep
Face the demons ive tried for so long to burry
And just except
That even stairing at the sun woNT burn the darkness from the center of my eyes
It just keeps the devil in keen perspective
The pain reminds me im still alive
Written by stepintomywinter
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