Amber Zenisek

my soul commerce me,
chamber of death,
is all I see,
wish it would disapear,
...

Crumbling into a hole
The picture is fading
Memories distaint
Clouds falling over me
...

I am the lonely tree at the top of the mountain.
...standing all by itself.
It's leaves falling down, onto the trees below.
They are tears crying out in shame.
...

The temptation of suicide is becoming of ones-self.
In a world of torture and frustration.
The inner demons subside from my own true hell.
Everyone has foresaken the feelings of a tormented being.
...

Never want to breakdown.
Why the world has stopped to look at me?
Lose who we are inside a mind of nightmares.
The spirits have come to take me away.
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