~Esther Mitchell, 2013~
A monster sits upon my chest,
Twisting claws deep into my heart,
Making me wish for oblivion’s dark,
The peace, to know I’ll leave this pain behind.
A war brews within my soul,
Driven by the need to feel,
Grasping for the breath of life,
Even if only reached in the crimson of my blood.
A starless night,
A choking mist that covers me,
Drives away all thought of balance,
And leaves me broken, screaming in the darkness.
There are no tethers here,
A fleeting dare whispers over me,
And only hope,
Bars the ferryman from me, now.