The Beginning

I live in a world unreal to the rest of humanity.
Seperate from sanity.
Blood drenched,
teeth clenched,
Wishing for the slightest bit of warmth.
Surreal.
Beyond the norm of amputation, decapitation.
The smell of rust filling the air-
In swirls of crimson vapor.

The moon,
lightly dimmed above the glistening floors.
This is my life of desperation.

Burning Cold

Most think it's hot,
Burning tears come from rage.
That's not true.
I cried two simple tears,
While the others clung to my eyes.
The words I've yet to regret,
The symbol of myself.
"Maybe I'll apreciate it once it's gone."
I cling to those words.
My truth.
I believe, God forgive,
I hate.
This world, which I'm bound,
My flesh, my blood.
It wishes and seeks to save me.
But I can only hate.
I'm sure I do,
When light is abundant,
And cheery days shown.
I hate it,
Here, the hottest room, here,
Where the air is thick-
My tears
My pure truth,
Had all gone cold.
Most think it's hot,
Burning tears come from rage.