‘Eighteen’

It’s torture
Torment of the worst nature.
A pain unbearable,
Unwished on even the most hated of foes.
A desolation so unparalleled that it
Leaves you with a dark loneliness of the worst kind.
It is beyond mere depression,
It is beyond the grasp of the Angsts.
It is a deep burning sensation in my very core of hearts
As my soul screeches out in agony.
That very true bliss that was once there
Has transformed into suffering and woe
Conjured up by only the blackest and darkest of magicks.
The pain never goes away – It never will -
It never dulls, nor increases – Only remaining constant.
It’s like a screw
Twisting constantly,
Digging in every day as it
Slowly shreds the very fabrics that hold a person together.
As time passes more screws will be added and
The soul will beg for sweet slumber
Unable to take anymore pain as it
Slowly decays each day
The skin growing paler,
The body deteriorating,
The light vanishing
And yet I don’t seem to care
Nor have the will to fight.
The pain within saps me of strength and
Struggle as I do to break free
I am entangled within its tendrils,
Slowly being pulled into a state of anguish.
Incarcerated there,
With no parole,
For what will seem like eighteen eternities.

A/N: Another day, another poem . . . song coming soon . . . maybe, no one knows . . . again, not my best but it gets my emotions out and keeps me from exploding . . . the title (in case people are thinking why is it titled ‘Eighteen’) is because I turned 18 today.