Pitch-black

(Wrote this poem a long time back,posting it after some editing)

These walls grow thicker,                                       

And i don't think i care, if

I suffocate in this bloody hell.

The air is poisoned by my thoughts,

and it penetrates through these walls.

I've learned to live a way,

like i never have had before.

Confines and dungeons are my haven,

And its so painful to walk the world.

I despise myself,

With no one else to blame but me.

The road that less traveled by,

Is abandoned by hopes,

It's a graveyard where the angels fear to tread.

With miles and miles to walk,

I stagger.hurt,stitched and scarred.

Though it's painful to walk alone,

I don't want anyone to break this silence,

I don't like to see any faces on my way.

I'll walk on the deserts,

I'll walk on the mountains,

all alone,on my own....