Consumed

It consumed for the most part
all my emotions and thoughts.
It slowly corroded my heart and soul
until there was not more than a flicker.
A dying ember put out in the wind, left to die in a silent hiss.
Desperation and loneliness permeate the frosted mind,
caught betweens cesspools of insanity and madness.
The ever-constant yearning persists at the soldered gates
of hellish torment; a yearning for love and acceptance.
No more than a ghoulish existence,
a hollowed mind rotting with despair,
I wander the darkened streets of hope and desire.
Damnation wails wickedly, wooing my betrayed heart.
Legions of love lying littered in the streets of Hell.
Epic battles fraught of Romance, none of which can encompass me.
So many monologues to recount the disasters,
Yet none ever apply to me.
Why of all the millions am I just one?
Why of all special, I am none?
Whose plan is this that lies forged ahead in steel manacles of hate,
the one that twists and turns leading me to peril.
Death encroaches, its biding time, too slow.
Voices hovering on my shoulder, but none a friendly sound,
Anonymous ghosts transverse with a skeleton,
weighing how far to go.
Perhaps I shall recede for now, back into my own shadows.
Let another resume my place, she'll know what to do.
This calm aloof girl, always gets things through.
I'll sit and wait for another day, I shall know when it is right.
Right for me to come out again, to finally be slain upon sight.