Black Skies, White Lies

abdi

I sit in the dark silence hoping for another 
to mend what has been broken.
But it's only little me and I sit alone.

The darkness is compelling me into thoughts of 
what seems to be a tragedy.
There is a crisp chill in the air, 
though, it may feel bitter; it isn't. 

I feel nothing, but as to you I'm heartless. 
No more and no less.
Must you break and bend me? 
I think you must.

It's your only way to escape. 
My world is spinning in circles.
I'm enjoying the sickening feeling my stomach gives me.

It's as subtle as a shotgun.
It's as heavy as a brick.
This must mean I'm slowly perishing away.
Isn't this what you wanted?