16 January 2013
My gift is my curse. The words i sew are true. Love tattoed on my skin, behold scars old and new.
A demon from the darkness, the bane of my own mind. Telling me to do it, speaking words to me unkind.
A puppet and its master, i walk a road unknown. Shadows all surround me, so far away from home.
I know i'm not alone. But inside i'm all but numb. A ghost of my own self, a slave to hurtful words i strung.
Anxiety is my pathway, anger is my song. Leading to depression, my quest is almost done.
I am numb.
~Larko
Numb • Opuss № I