Sorrow

You are losing it,
Little by little,
Sanity and soul
Finding themselves
Full of holes
All of a sudden,
And your screams,
Awfully silent,
Do nothing but
Fill the air with
Your sad miasma.
You are a contradiction,
An exception to a rule
That never made sense,
And when you needed
Warmth, and a live body
To lean on, to cry upon,
You only find loneliness
Smirking at you,
Because it knows you,
More than you know,
More than you wish to know.
It is too late now
To escape your own trap,
Your web and fog,
Your smokescreen,
Because nobody cares
For your mystery and puzzle,
Even when you lie broken,
Even when you bleed tears,
And your hands plead
Like flailing extremities
Of an agonizing spider.
You had your chance
To be human,
You had the time
To become normal,
You chose darkness
And now you fear
That you have gone
Blind, mad, and old,
The kind of creature
That you abhorred
Back then,
When you could still smile.