True Hell

Anxiety and Stress wrote this piece. What a team they are.

I can feel the tendrils of darkness pulling tighter around me.
The room is growing smaller.
It shrinks with such a rapid pace that I can not know if I too am getting smaller along with it, or if I will be mercilessly crushed by these walls.
I can feel my chest caving in.
The pressure of life slowly but surely pressing in upon my heart.
The fires of hell burning the flesh within my chest.
They say that is how you make a diamond.
Heat and pressure.

My heart is no diamond, however.
It is no glorious gem to be marveled at, but instead a monstrous thing. A hideously scarred and malformed abomination that has been held in darkness for too long.
It is a prisoner of my own device.
A victim of my own self loathing and my inability to open it to the light of the world.
It is crippled by my hatred of life and the windows to my soul that see nothing but the rotten and the solemn.

I leave behind the good. Wrapped up in a pretty box for the old me to keep close.
The child who once upon a time read stories of hope and triumph over evil.
The child who once believed that there was a brighter tomorrow.
But here I am.
Colorblind.
A perpetual view of black and grey that never ceases.
An acid rain that corrodes my hallowed ground.

Keep close and watch if you want to see the effects of madness.
The lines of lighter skin across my body tell tales of my own weakness and failure. A roadmap of sorrow and self destruction.
I have become the monster that I house in my chest.
I have been burned by the fires that consumed my heart, and I have walked forward from the flames a new creature.
This is hopelessness.
This is darkness.
To see the depth of despair, one needs only a glance into my eyes.
But beware the fall into deprivation. For it is long and certain.
The windows to my soul have become, instead, trapdoors into the pits of hell.

Come closer and hear my words.
Come closer and hold my hand.
Come closer and stanch my loneliness.
For misery, as we all know, surely does love company.

Reviews

[Ink Seductress]

Wow. This line really got to me;

Come closer and hear my words.
Come closer and hold my hand.
Come closer and stanch my loneliness.
For misery, as we all know, surely does love company.

I wanted to reach out and let death take me, I wanted to succumb to that loneliness. I wanted to feel the acrid tendrils of despair and loss wrap around my frantic beating heart--
This was art. I look forward to reading so much more of your work.

[Joshua W. Harris]

Thank you so much for this review! I was not sure if I had properly achieved what I had set out to when I wrote this piece. I wasn't sure if I had conveyed the emotion or the despair. I thought perhaps it had not quite hit the mark. But it is great to hear that you enjoyed the piece, and that you want to read more!! You are too kind. =]

[Ink Seductress]

It was my pleasure to read such a remarkable piece! :)