This is a poem about despair, madness, and suffering. |
Bent and Blind I had at last forgotten my very own breath. I was consumed by his spirit of his darkness of his cold flesh. It was a thing that haunted, This ghoul had captured me. I was trapped in a fright as it considered my own insanity. It badgered my mind, it scattered my thoughts, it warped my world to white. Although my mind was calling me, this wretched beast I could not fight. It was an as if my soul was being eaten away, slowly decaying there I became someone else who simply didn't care… I heard the whispers taunting me with laughter in the night. I felt my voice being twisted like a cord around my throat. I swam through the clouds with clowns in nightmares I would dream Until at last was awakened by the sunshine when I screamed Upon the gleaming edge of a knife was where I sought revenge I yearned and cried out for release from blood. For my own life was to end. I wanted to purge this feeling crawling deeply in my skin. To release the venom...be free of pain and this sin. As I plunged into the depths of my own sickly mortal veins. I found what I was looking for, release from love's agony. You can become a slave to it, this world becomes a lie, When that thing gets a hold of your heart and kills what's left inside. Existing here, in this corpse of flesh that I feed eternally And now you are only a memory. Your words have been stolen by me. The thing you once were, now only repetition. I ask you, do you hear me calling from the depths where I bleed. In this violent world is a silent surrender. as the gaze you hold upon me closes in upon tears, I ask you can you hear her? Can you see her dying there? Can you feel it? This is silence. I want to abuse it now. Call it madness, you can call it anything but real! I want to drug the monster so that I can escape it and be free. I can escape this feeling because it only belongs to me. I can escape your soul. It hurts like a dagger passing through. Knives, knives everywhere…scattered pieces that were once so secure… In a safe restrained sort of sanity, I'm now left to flatter your own And all I asked was for love. Love, is it too hard for you to love? This world can’t give me what I want and now I can't give you anything. I can’t exist if I can’t express, the thing that keeps me sane... |