To Turn To Dark

A cold tear of regret rips apart the tender cells of my anatomy,
As the crystal shards of ice pierce my mind.
A continuous stabbing in my heart makes my head pound with shame.
In, pull, out, in, pull, out, in, pull, out.
A mosquito’s whining is compared small to this feeling.
I know it’s just trying to get under my skin.
Cold, damp memories haunt the moldy corners of my rusted mind,
As the pain neck of insanity bares it throat of submission to me.
Temptation is strong,
But am I really that willing to throw away all I have built for that one tiny taste?
The sweet, savory veins pump under the paled skin and taunt flesh.
My eyes roam the neck of long lost memories,
Knowing that if they feast on the outside sight,
The inside can be much better tasting.
Fingers trail the flesh that is oh-so-knowing-to-taste-good,
But I stop.
Is it really worth it all?
My mouth waters as the flittering memories of better times pulse under those veins,
Only if they aftermath wouldn’t be so painful.
I turn away, only to be called back again.
The throat’s still bared,
And impulsively, I dive in.
The sweet tasting memories are better than I remembered.
My journey was to an end,
And I knew what was coming next.
My eyes spring to life again as the painful memories build up and the painful tugging at my chest begins to re-open the wound I tried so hard to heal.
And I know it is over.
No matter how fast I run,
Nor how hard I try,
Those memories of you,
Will never, ever, ever,
Leave this insanity alone.