Dark Temptation

Why am I constantly troubled?

The way I formulate my thoughts: I make them attack me.

They only see the negative effects and I punish myself for it.

I let my thoughts haunt me constantly and I let them drown me.

They never give me happiness because they hurt.

They always think of you. Every moment we shared now a painful and bitter memory.

It resurfaces, stinging like salt on an open wound.

I let it sit there, afraid to move and feel more pain.

Tears stream down my face in a silent cry, afraid to wake up any more memories.

With every intake of breath, ice shards burn through, blood coming up from the intensity.

I am hexed, cast under a spell that tortures me more and more.

The never ending cycle of self-mutilation, leaving my poor body an empty vessel, yours for the taking.

An empty carcass rotting from the inside out as the memories lash at me, slowly destroying me.

I guess my vulnerability was always yours for the taking.

My emotions feeding off your false ones, making me weak and sick.

I somehow never saw the nightmare looking over the day dream leaving me lost and trapped till the shadows engulfed me as a whole.

To you I will always be a name on a list, but to me you will always be my fallen angel and a dark temptation filled with fear.

Comments

Additional Resources

Get AI Feedback on your poem

Interested in feedback on your poem? Try our AI Feedback tool.
 

 

If You Need Support

If you ever need help or support, we trust CrisisTextline.org for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741