Recidivist

My heart races in its cold contempt

as the bodies lose their warmth.

Today, upon this hill of broken dreams,

I stand with bloodied hands and smile dancing on my lips

As I lick the crimson mass that once filled them,

I smell the shattered shards of hope

and I taste the doubt as my grin fades.

Who Am I? What have I done?

Am I the monster whole stole my dreams,

Or am I the God who saved myself from me?

Am I the angel who enclosed me within,

Or the devil who clipped my wings?

Can someone break this glassy sky

That reflects my own miserable lie?

But alas, these last words will remain unspoken

as I fall, defeated, eyes fixated on the dreams unexperienced

I'm trapped under the crystal dome

Pulling my hair out, I'm suffocating

amidst the foul-smelling remnants of the desires I once housed.

Fallen into my own magnetar pitrap, I'm bleeding

The bloodstains remain etched in my hollow life

exercising their might in my nightmares.

Every moment I'm greeted with a kiss from the knife

of guilt that forces its way in, ripping me apart!