Silver Lining
By: Megan Cundiff
Grotesque is what you'd call it, but I claim it to be my main source of life.
This is a silver lining that glistens deep into the depths of blackness you'd call my soul. Creating this trance for me to fall into without hesitation.
Craving it's deadly embrace puzzles my mind into oblivion.
No longer posessed, my one and only speck of sanity flows as an array of quickness, leaving behind wounds that sealed the vortex in what i see as my void.
Understanding the over come of no control, yet remaining unstable and welcoming it to every part of me willingly.
Intense the need is, to have such a beauty to me that horrifies others eyes. Feeling warmth roam my body inch by inch, pain being a word i no longer seem to recognize.
This being the reason as to why the sky will soon surround and devour me.
Unscarred flesh remains untouched for now, but close the time will be when it too will become a massacre of gashes.
I fall into my insanity nightly knowing i am not, nor will i ever be my true self. Never again will i play trickery with mind, hoping to find my sane part of it.
As it cleanses every morsel of me while tearing into my being, how could i resist such a love?
I've found what I've longed for.
The light is dim and proceeds to fade into nothing, and since nothing lasts forever, darkness is what i am dying for.
