xylan

The rain is my salvation and my destruction. It is the only pure thing that lingers in my heart to rinse away the melancholy. It brings temporary happiness, temporary light, temporary redemption. I wish it weren't temporary...If only I could make this feeling last forever...

The thoughts in my mind ruminate and I can't seem to capture them and put them in my own little pandora's box. The pieces of my thoughts are puzzles that I can't control. Broken, scattered, and torn. I wish I could take each of the jigsaw pieces and cut them into perfect squares. That way, at least they would fit into one another, even if they are misplaced and out of order.

I can feel the open wounds desparately trying to heal themselves...The pain eats at me each passing day, and I can't shake off this feeling of falling all the time. The wounds...they never seem to heal...

I laugh when I think I of how ambivalent I am. I want to save people, when I'm the one who needs to be saved...

Alone in the dark,
Surrounded by walls,
I scream and yell,
Yet no one calls.

Alone in the dark,
Surrounded by walls,
I sit here waiting,
But no one calls.

My mind as blank,
As the cell I'm in,
Closed in by evil,
Closed in by sin.

Alone in the dark,
I'm all by myself,
I'm like a book,
Stashed on a shelf.

The lights growing dimmer,
And so is my mind...
I wish I could leave,
This behind.

Alone in the dark,
There's no one but me,
Wish there was light,
But what's there to see.

Wish I would die,
And get out of this cell,
Or maybe I have,
And this is my hell.