Translucent

deathchibi

Dreams-
Made to comfort,
Now have left me discarded
While reality seems to linger,
It taunts me from miles away.
And the only things I'll ever feel
Are the comforts of distance 
And the surge of razor to translucent wrist.
I will only ever see the fresh blood
Pouring from my translucent veins
But even blood is eager to escape me.
Sometimes I stare through my translucent heart 
And wonder if I'll ever see myself again.
Trapped between two vibrant worlds,
Both which have shunned me
And left me to rot here
Awaiting the presence of light.
I disdain my translucent self
When I am unable to even cast the slightest shadow 
Into this place of monotone bland
Where I eagerly await my heart to fail
But forever I will keep living.
And as my translucent existence is tortured here,
I search for a star to wish upon, 
But I can't create hope from dust.
So I just keep on waiting,
Hoping that if I cant see myself 
That maybe someone can see me?
But I know that I'm alone here,
That my translucent corpse will rot here.
I pray that death will have the mercy to end me.