What is the point of living?

The silence eats you alive, there isn't any control.
Beyond the suns scowl, nights are filled with cries.

When and how will it end?

I'm a slave to your pressure.
Distractions cannot measure.
For tonight, I'll try to pretend I'm alright.
As I continue to suffer in contrite.

Endings emit quite a fright.

Every second of breathing leads to suffering.
Even when you don't know it, in the end, it is suffocating.

How will I break today?

I'd kill for obsession, all for a daily session.
Unraveling in ecstasy, it's my destiny.

A silent battlefield to feed, the gore steers all I can be.
Watch the sky dance for me, as I bring it down to its knees.

Why does it have to end here?
It's just not making any sense.
The decisions shouldn't be that dense.
A coarse whisper from despair.

Only after this long, did I realize what was gone.
The missing pieces explain why the days are so long.
Without being complete, I don't think I belong.
It's why I need to conceal all my wrongs.

Mimicking a human.
Blood cannot falter.
A reflection of sin.
Haunting like a vulture.

The feeling inside is deep.
The outcome is the sanity I could not keep.

Shaking and aching.
Happiness needs faking.
Giving up what's in my sight.
This is the final night.
It's already too late.
I left it up to fate.

If I can't save myself.
I cannot be there to help.
If life was fair, I wouldn't be here.

Consuming what was meant to be leaking.
Betting everything on what I was taking.

An intersection of death.
Interposed breaths.
I've met my wrath with a handful of missteps.

I think I like the fall.
I feel the emptiness enthrall.
It's become my all.
I don't care about standing tall.

© PlunderedBreath