chibiforte

Staring into that pitch black mirror
obviously not seeing a reflection.
I can feel the pressure pushing down
blacking out both sight and mind.
Dangling on this dangerous precipice
one step from feeling oblivion.

Can this burden get any worse?

Desiring the peripheral
while hating the essential.
Every action in that direction
yet another stick for the soul's torture.
Knowing what should be done
but continuing to deny it.

Will this ever change?

Can't accept the consequence
but unwilling to change ways.
Trying to clean up without help
like covering death with silk.
Feeling the sword penetrate
but won't break through a stony heart.

Am I capable of repentance?

No tears shed for the velvet thread
no feelings of remorse over ugly deeds.
Making excuses for evil
and rejecting a miracle.
Living out a life that causes pain
and ending the existance with terrible wrath.

Will I ever feel how this can heal me?