#deathisrising

[ashes-of-a-broken-mind]

I think I'm distancing myself from this reality, as day go by I feel more and more dislocated. I do not belong here, I do not belong anywhere. And that's maybe the reason of my struggle.

D.I.R

[ashes-of-a-broken-mind]

I'm empty. Although I can put my hand in my chest and feel my heart beating, I can't feel anything else. In my veins there's only blood, if that much.

[ashes-of-a-broken-mind]

Eyes are so charming, they reveal intentions, hidden behavior. They show love and disdain. They desire and enchant. Some of them are so deep, so beautiful, so vivid that you may get lost in them forever.

D.I.R.

[ashes-of-a-broken-mind]

My head never stop, it makes everyday feel longer and I can’t bear it, sometimes a hour seems like a week and then I end up with a lot of free time, which I overthink everything and think bad things, about myself and any other thing, which makes me feel bad and useless… and the good things feels like they will vanish if I close my eyes.

[ashes-of-a-broken-mind]

I’m standing here, feeling like falling, with two feet on the ground

[ashes-of-a-broken-mind]

Maybe one day I will be able to use words in a way so beautifully that I might be able to describe 1/10 of you.

But this day is not today.

[ashes-of-a-broken-mind]

Something is inside my head and it wants to play with me. Some times it talks and tells things, others it laugh or stare in silence. But the bad part is when it asks for my blood. He says it has a beautiful color, a little dark-red and he want to see it dripping on the floor.

[ashes-of-a-broken-mind]

I remember. I still remember that feeling. I see everything again, every time I close my eyes. But it is harder now, it takes so much out of, me each time I do it.