sweetbtpsycho

The sound of shattering hopes and dreams echo through my twisted soul once again.  Standing on the precipice of a rage blackout, my control wavers. A fierce longing to embrace the dark chaos of mindless revenge rips through my tortured mind. Every barbed word, snide comment, and careless insult that you have thrown at me opens yet another ragged wound in my tattered psyche. All of the blood you have drawn begins to pour over the edge, feeding my inner demons and strengthening their siren-like voices. The once whispered suggestions have become outright screams,  blending into a hellish chorus of manic depression. A sub-chorus of seductive de

Trapped within the hellish confines of my own mind. The spreading, treelike formations of shattered dreams seem to create a forest of dead trees. Hair fine strands of remembered insults and petty hurts are woven together to create spider-like    webs between the tree branches. Bright streaks of emotional pain light the darkness like intermittent lightening, the booming thunder of hate filled words echo through me.     A gossamer haze of misunderstanding floats through the trees like a heavy fog, muffling the soft murmurs of regret. The emotional detritus of life makes the footing uneven and slippery. Random events break the surface like