Coming Apart

No one can see the black hole of despair that seems to hollow through my very soul.
It is there and it continues to grow.

My face is creased with canals of tears that never seem to dissipate.
Can you hear my screams?

I go on with no purpose down this winding road of heartache and tragedy.
There is no light on this horizon.

I pound on my prison walls to no avail as others walk past like statues so uncaring and cold.
I am isolated in my own grief.

I walk the shadow lands and see the vast horror that surrounds me, while I try to run and hide.
The demons always find me.

My dreams end in sweat and tears, I bleed my corrupt heart on the ground.
Will you ever come to me?

Madness oh sweet glorious, comforting madness!
Take me away.