InsaneJournal

This pain 
-Holo 

This pain,
this numbing pain
that consumes me whole.
It kills me, slowly, this meaninglessness.
Everything’s changed so fast, nothing becomes
everything and everything becomes nothing; what is
the point of life, when there is none? When you have
no one to connect to? For my thread’s been cut, for I no longer
can connect to this world; there is no point in living, there is no point
in trying to connect when you are alone, when your destiny is to be alone.
And now the darkness will forever haunt, the demons will come out.
The demons will kill in sleep, the dreams that become nightmares;
the happy memories tainted and time passes by; nothing to do,
no one to be with; loneliness comes in a form of a knife.
It cuts the veins, creating the blood of life, and you
will live again and again and again, but reminded
of how everything has changed, of how there is
only pain, this numbing pain that consumes,
the nothingness that comes, the darkness
that becomes you and you wonder
just what is you and what you
are, whether you are you.
And your reason,
your lack of it,
all gone.