Of cross-roads-
I stand in black-
Bent and weary.
The grey sky scowls down-
As hapless as my mind.
All seem distant to me-
Suddenly.
What I valued or loved-
All seem deadened by the blow.
I take a step forward,
My feet crunching
The bitter shards of the brittle hopes -
A masochistic smile crosses my
Expressionless face.
Driven to self-despair,
Almost at the point of no return,
Suddenly I find no need to
Clutch onto the empty straws.
There is nothing left to lose.
Nothing left of me to give-
Anymore.
There is no happy tune to be sung,
On broken wings.
Pushed and pulled to the extreme-
I find no solace in company.
The artificiality of the ways of the world,
Humor me.
I feel no-one near me-
As I push the closest away.
I chase my own shadow,
Alone in my mind.
Why does every moment
Have to be so hard?
I long for someone to comfort me-
Yet all seems like condolence messages-
As I stare straight at the ghouls in the eye.
My mind charts out its own escape route,
The rivulets of red flows on ceaseless.
I try to give a vent to my core-
But words elude me.
I am left dangling-
Hanging in my own illusion.
As the 'zombies' wage their war,
In my empty head.
