#darkwritings

No one betrayed me than my own tears. My life is full of untold cries and unheard screams with void in my head and labyrinth of suffering drowning me. I know I'll end one day abruptly...

When you feel nothing but forced to breathe and survive, nothing anymore bothers you. Nothing will anyhow bother you.. You don't bother love, lust don't attract u anymore, no one's charm is appealing u anymore. I wonder where this is driving me into. I ponder whether it is fine or not. Million thoughts in my head affecting and building the heaviness in my heart. A ruined bitch who lives in complete darkness. No soul to open my locked up coffin. The key to my coffin is lost and buried long gone... If u find my grave, u can still see my bloody bones breathing to death..

I couldn't mourn,

My tears are drained.

The survival instinct is no more,

I couldn't feel it in me anymore.

The touches, the kisses, the smooches, the cuddles, the hugs,

Became just an action for me,

And meant nothing to me.

My cheeks skinny,

My lips pale,

My eyes exhausted,

My chin emotionless,

My breasts like a dead land,

Vast and nothing to feel,

My whole skin lost its essence to feel.

I wanna drink to death,

Smoke and to be death or,

To the least wanna be

Dead of hemlock.

Like a wandering bat in the dark,

I wandered along the darkness of my life,

Aimlessly and losing the sex emotions.

I wonder, what am I now?

I ponder, where I belong?

But for sure, I know-

that I destine to die,

In my labyrinth of aches.

To be dead is an urge, like alcoholics have for alcohol and druggist have for drugs.... It's that one urge beating my heart...

With tears eyes entwined,

His words was washed away,

By the waves of the sea.

Sorrows penetrate the aches,

Heart whirling with the miseries,

Committing sins as a corpse,

Finally dead and wrapped.

The aroma of sadness-

is what I wander for,

In a deserted island-

The solitary is what I forage for.

Blinding the eyes with suffering,

Calming the heart with enduring,

Walking with the palcebo of hope,

Drowning apart with lamenting heart.

Betrayed and faked, still breathing,

Like a crushed narcissus,

The heart tampered and crumbled.

Deceived by the stars in life,

Standing in the edge of a knife,

With the bloating bleeding smile,

Blood drooping over a mile.

The sky of mania curves a smile,

Scars of the lips talks the nostalgia

Final moments with the closing eyes,

Final drop of blood quenched the thirst.

- Nandhini Chithra 🥀🖤