It's a vacant vessel, A place inside, Where hunger lives, To murder my pride. A torture chamber- For my soul, That space deep down, With no control. Like the sunshine drowning, In the water- Or the wilting petals, Of a smiling flower- You're my sky that lets me fall, A disillusioned curtain call, The acid rain that floods my throat, I drink you down, And then I choke. You watch as I begin to die, No tears, no love, no questions why. Just a victory for your vicious game, A nameless face, a faceless name. I'm your second thought, That lasts a second. A last resort- To which you beckon. You are the razor pressed on my skin, The final pill that does me in, That hollow feeling I try to hide, My pain, my heart, my suicide.
