They say soul is a temple.
Yet mine seemed so evil.
Abused me ruthlessly
Survival turned out to hope for.
Utter melancholy lingered around,
Accelerating the feel of nurturing it to a deeper sadness.
The unbearable heartache shadowed over,
Awaiting a chance to slit me open and enter inside.
The voices in my head whispered that this is what I deserve.
Soul fueled with instances that fed my darkness.
Numbened throat sans an ounce of moist.
Searching for a star, reaching for a lantern:
I floundered at a pebble, sensed the frosty water on my toes.
A mirage or not? Thoughts were shaky.
I kneeled down at the dampness
And the funnel of darkness gulped me at once.
Obscurity yet again!