Stained Monochrome Wings

Decaying Consumption

08-21-16

The blackness of this old bedroom

once brought comfort

and solace to a malicious mind.

Cloaking the crimson scars in this masquerade

I never learned to deal with these problems

and locked them away

in the now-unfamiliar room

This place of so many morbid memories,

times of suicide and drugs

burn back into this memory

thought abandoned

No longer does my current self run,

No, instead learning to embrace

this evil of 20 years passing

Instead of being overwhelmed, consumed,

it becomes a newfound, enlightened part of me

No longer does the fear or anger control me,

no longer does the pain wound me,

no longer do these scars tingle and twitch,

lusting for the blade.

With a cleared head and heart,

as if reborn from the void itself,

I relish in the darkness and refuse to hide,

consuming it rather than it me