My thoughts race through my mind, stampeding every irrational thought I try to fathom. There is no point trying to escape the voices, the memories, the regrets – they lurk in the depths of the darkness, twisting every sane thought into poison.
I am trapped in the porcelain cage of my body, the bad spirits want out. They want freedom.
I try to free them, demons; flying out of torn flesh. It's like an automatic release. The deep scarlet cut brings colour to a dull, black and white world. Each razorblade kiss is as refreshing as the last.
Each battle ends in my own personal victory, I kiss death but surface myself before it grasps me by the neck and pulls me through to the great beyond.
Although the thought of death no longer scares me, I know I'm not ready to die.
For now, this empty shell of a human will continue to recoil from deaths claw. I will search for the spark that will bring me to life.
I won't accept the bullshit people try to feed me, "It'll be okay" and "Things get better", I want something real and something pure. I want happiness and innocence and ignorance.
