305th Post

It's sad.

But when one thinks of it.

Will it break a person into pieces?
Or will a person just be content doing that?

Many thoughts run though my mind.

But yet.
How do i begin?

Like the sea crashing against the high cliffs.
Slowly breaking down my sanity.
Little bit by little bit at a time.

Only a blank stare remains.
Out of the only one eye remaining.

The other?
Only the socket remains.
In a failed attempt to go blind.

Locked up in the prison of silence.
Razor wires shackle my wrists and ankles.
And binds my neck.

Drops of blood leave my body and pool on the floor.

No longer being able to move.

A living dead.
Is what i have become.

Bound by the chains of silence.