inverted pentagrams

pentagrams

inverted pentagrams 

inverted pentagrams, impregnated in the ceiling 

in my ceiling, in my room

my tears are clouding my view 

clearly, i can't see. cloudy, blurry vision, my voice cracking, a lump in my throat that doesn't let me breath as i relapse back into desperation 

i want to drain the blood of my arms

i want to take their eyes to judge myself correctly 

i want to follow my feelings and run away as the rain grasps me with their familiar, gratifying melody. its honeyed drops, its lightning bolts flaunts its true intentions.

it's raining as far as i can tell. it's physically, but it feels deeper, like a stab in the chest. i'm locked up in my room, i'm locked up in my mind, it's kind of the same since there's no way out, there are no windows to get fresh air, no breezes to take a break.

lately, there are only storms, but it's refreshing to have and feel the brutality in their blows of air and the coldness in its touch.

the pentagrams were just to start, but I don't know how to finish now, so..as the same way i started, with the same way i will conclude

i stare up at the pentagrams, they give me an incoherent, meaningless feeling. i limit myself to three colors, they're limited to three colors, every time i see them, they go faster. i don't see exhaustion in them, but i do with myself.
pentagrams 
inverted pentagrams
inverted pentagrams, impregnated in the ceiling.