Portrait of Now

[bleedingangel84]

I'm in a bad frame,
but I want to change
the photo.

Rain against the windows,
cold drizzle against the skin.
Grey light, and a craving for
death.

Everything is cold now,
even with the
heat blasting.

I think Hell must
be a freezing place,
cold and lonely.
At least fire would
turn me to ash.

Floating away
on a
blazing gust
of storm.

Comments

[bleedingangel84.livejournal.com]

Yup, I've been in sort of a rough space lately, but I figured it was better to write my thoughts out instead of acting on them. I couldn't do that to anyone this time of year. The holidays are my rough time anyway, and being a woman, nature rears its ugly head, and...ugh. Yesterday was just bad, mentally speaking, but the poem did help me to feel a bit better, so there is that. *hugs* Thank you so much for the positive thoughts. I really do appreciate them very much. I'll pass through this eventually. It just takes time. Which kinda sucks, but it could be worse.