Memories and trauma combined.
Demons within my mind.
Lies, I’m surrounded by.
Lost between death and life.
Trapped within the cage.
The jail of inner pain and rage.
Demons roaming everywhere;
From here to there.
Jagged marks among my skin.
I have scars out and in.
Suffocating within the walls.
I have lost it all.
Drowning in between depths.
Losing my every breath.
Trapped six feet under
As the demons wander
Through my mind.
Everything is never fine.
Jagged marks inside and out.
I have scars; scars trailing every map route.
Wilted roses bleeding charcoal ink; crying through the eye of mourning death.
Petals fallen amid the massacre of sullen heartbreaks.
Let them cry through the hysteria of infinite insanity.
Let the sanity resume releasing the bloody ink of mourn until deceased.
Wilted roses remain in crestfallen despair.
Let the sky remain full of charcoal blood.
Let the hysteria continue until hearts beat no more.
Let the hearts evanesce into the massacre of pain and misery.
Don’t let the blood stop flowing; let it rain black ink of mourn.
Let it die, let it die, let it die.
Why did I let my pulse flatline?
Why do I keep saying I’m fine?
There is something wrong with me.
I am not strong for people to see.
Why did I allow my veins to break?
Why do I keep saying I’m okay?
There is something wrong with me.
I do not belong here to speak.
Why did I lose my destiny and desire?
Why do I keep setting my heart on fire?
There is a test that I am failing.
My blood is surging and sailing.
Why did I breathe underwater?
Why do I bury myself under?
There is a test that I am failing.
I keep on running and bailing.
The pressure continues to surge.
Banshees singing a cacophony;
Music to my eerie ears.
They come to me in my dreams
To sing the shadow wraith away from me.
The cacophonous choir resumes,
Turning my nightmares into dreams.
The siren lullabies of death
Help me bring me back to life.
Let me sleep.
Let me sleep until I evanesce
Into light of sepulchral haunt.
Let the shadow wraith fade
So that I can be at morbid peace.
It’s hard to find someone who cares
When you’re a plastic bag in the air.
It’s hard to find someone who sympathizes
When a phoenix is unable to rise.
It’s easy enough for people to say
“Nobody cares about you” every day.
How hard is it to live when nobody likes or cares about me.
It’s hard to find someone who cares
When you’re in mourning despair.
It’s hard to find someone who sympathizes
When tears fall from your eyes.
It’s easy enough for people to say
“Nobody likes you” every day.
How hard is it to live when nobody likes or cares about me.
A widow for bloodlust and slaughter.
The daughter of the devil.
She has the mind of insanity;
Insanity caused by unfaithfulness.
The lack of love and loyalty has
Caused her to madness.
She caught him with the mistress.
So…
She pulls the axe.
Soon the axe is covered in scarlet.
She has hidden in denial,
Saying that she never did wrong.
She has a reason of her innocence.
The reasoning behind her insanity.
Once she gets caught,
She can hide no more.
No escape,
She cannot find her way out.
She then meets her end.
She is remembered as
The bride in black.
Immortals never die
Immortals never lie
Don’t you ever deny
We’re here to comply
To the demons up in the sky
We’re here to occupy
We’re here to survive
We bring the awry
We’re here to decry
Never say goodbye
To the hells up high
We all defy
To peace nearby
Don’t ever deny
Immortals never die
Immortals never lie
We will forever bring the awry
(C) by Nicole “Nix” Cheng, 2026