The Haunting Of The Dawn.

The dawn haunts me.
My back against the locked door,
I block the sunrise from my tired eyes.

My hand numb, my heart pounding.
My lips dry, tasting of tears.
The wooden floor, sticky with the smell of obsession.

Outside of my world, is happy and peaceful.
Birds chirping, people smiling, contagious laughter.
But, it's all too naive to acknowledge my suffering.

My back creeks as I stand, crimson lust dripping from my wrist.
I breathe hard, for, I have given into my sin, once more.
Hating yet loving myself all at once.

I yearn for the pain, for the...
...
...
blood.

Will ever I stop this?
Will ever I feel fulfillment?
Will ever I be satisfied?

No matter... Every night leads to the same morning.

The dawn, haunting me.
My back against the locked door.
As I block my tired eyes from the sunrise.