Many faces of madness
We are a dark broken heart and soul and there’s not enough stitches in the world to sew us back together, a mind not so much shattered but that which was never whole in the beginning, born like all with a myriad of possibilities but forever denied the right to become complete and rise toward to light…
Demons wearing the skin of man are we, the monsters under the bed walking in the light,only passing shadows cast glimpses of the horrors within,hidden behind the practiced smiles and unchanging faces, only our eyes betray the darkness inside, our unnatural hungers consuming us , driving us on to madness…. And to our own destruction
© Pelequininwonderland 2023
Looking into the abyss. A dark and pessimistic look at life conveyed by short, meaningful sentences.
P.S. You don’t need so many tags.
Thank you for advice about the tags, and i think it’s not so much pessimistic as an insight into a side of dissociative identity disorder survivor of abuse though I can see that it comes across that way, and I thank you very much for your comments and advice and wishes