The Gloom Parables: Chapter 1

Part of many. The things i dwell upon.

My soul reeks of tears and sweat
My brain eats itself at the thought of existence of nothing
This sinking feeling whispers to me,
My own beautiful lie and my only horrid truth.
Sometimes it dwells in me,
Even my own words decieve me,
My faith darkens each time i experience this unearthly injustice called pain.
It drowns me in the poison that i create.
No reason, no matter. Let them die. My emotions, my dreams, my life. It doesnt affect my unfathomable imaginations.
Sometimes the things i embrace deeply to my counterfeit emotions. Sometimes even i dont know who or where im going to be. Sometimes you are just alone even with millions around you. Reason is that no matter how much you try or struggle to do something. Nothing brings back one who has died.

Author's Note

Ignore punctuation problems. Its just thoughts