LaceyChaos

I wish I could tell you the storm inside is running dry, But it's dark here and I'm drowning, it's my fault, but where was I? Building myself up only to build the walls a little higher, Freed myself from the shackles, just to fall onto my pyre. The power of wishful thinking, the strength I thought I contained, Is absent now and only the demons have come unchained. Free roaming, unhinged, screaming fire in my direction, Their black eyes with black flies infest my only shred of sunlight and affection. This inferno engulfing, consuming the very last of my might, My will to survive swept away in the night. The chains that I gnawed until I