weary were the eyes that gazed upon the tragedy that I became
staring too long in this mirror of mine
a clouded image glaring back at me
hollow eyes and desperate soul
escape from this and make me whole again
i’m still here indulging my dark side
savoring a part of me that has long since died

My sunsets are on fire because night is burned to ashes and my head is boiling and I will fade to embers by the time the daylight comes around again, so the fires keep burning. 

What if I only break apart a little bit at a time, would you even notice that I’m falling apart right before your eyes? 

What if I’m already broken and this is my facade? 

I fear I’m already too far gone to return. 

My voice terrifies me.

reality screaming silently surfaces incognito hidden by the chaos of the maddening truth steadily emerging from the shadows that cover our whole world in darkness… but we’ll never notice