A modern day plague. WARNING: Poem contains self harm, suicide and psychological distress. |
She destroys herself with the darkness of her mind Stabs herself with the daggers of her fractured heart She cries out with the pain of a lifeless ordinary Interjected with the compassion of hells demons The obsessions that once gave her wings Turn to be the shackles on her feet She longs to fall Delapus Resurgum The open window falls far to the streets below The exit of the prison that contains him His face scarred with the tracks which his tears daily run From his eyes, and the horrors they have seen The power that once held him high Turn to be the shackles on his feet He longs to lie Delapus Resurgum The fires that rage in their own vice For the things that they cannot reach And the people they put forward To reach their goals before them The drive that once gave them aim Turn to be the shackles on their feet They long to fray Delapus Resurgum The tricks that her mind plays on her eyes Are the tricks that perverted her vision Of the future, of her past, of her life, Her ambitions lay in ruin and her heart lies beside it The innocence that once graced her mind Turn to be the shackles on her feet She longs to fade Delapus Resurgum? The voices that whisper only to him Drive his sanity into a dark place Where no help can be found Where no chance of life can be grasped The imagination that wrought our inspiration Turn to be the shackles on his feet He longs to die Delapus Resurgum? |