A Poem written by a friend.

Date: 1/31/2012 at 9:30
From: Chenoa Amakiir
To : Everyone
Subj: A Poem written by a friend.

Self-made traps take us to our darkest places
Bramble and bitter, brittle ice, pressed against my veins
it flows red, a cacophony of laughter
trueassess sick
repeating a nightmare all too fresh in my min

Repeating a nightmare I willingly embrace.

Is it fear that ropes me in?
Fear of being alone?
Is it self-hatred?
eat orphine a disgusted dismissal of another betrayal?

Still, it flows
and it fills my ears, my mouth, my eyes.
My Heart.
With a bitter, breaking sound.

Written by Someone

Penned by my hand on the 3rd of Artificium, in the year 658 AD.