I feel empty.
when the day comes, there is no light.
there is a gaping wound in my chest
being slowly carved into a second face.
the demonic hand grips me with its talons
and pushes everything inside me all at once.
overwhelming, it makes me feel.
yet at once a smile appears
on my face in which people see –
nothing but me, and only a version of me.
but when darkness ascends, there is a spark.
it speaks to me, it is my friend –
a safe haven, all troubles put aside,
it invites me into this beautiful den
in which no explanation, no proof need be:
just me and what Ii need to be.
me and my heart, we don’t have to beat.
this hollowness that stands before me –
its fulfillment expands into wonderful things.
come another day, my troubles are past.
remembering back, the hallucinations don’t last.
a brief moment of weakness, it was.
a glimpse of what happens when emotions take over;
not by fear, but by hope itself –
the possibilities and all it entails.
but what if that hope doesn’t last,
and yet again we fall into this pit of heavenly hell?