Torment

Tormented by my demons in the nadir of my heart Consumed by the compunction like dark works of art Laden I fumble with the wounds of my own feud My extremities tremble as they burn ……open and crude Take more pills ……it will fade out the twinge No give me something stronger replenish the anesthetizing syringe Cut me deep ……. I cannot feel it anymore Strike me harder until I am broken and sore I need to feel something anything at all My voice becomes muffled in my battered frame standing tall A veneer for every occasion …. A master in disguise I see nothing but obscurity as I wipe drops of blood from my comatose eyes Lay me to rest and kiss my eyes with parchments of silk Turn your face from my essence as it wilts Don’t dig me a grave for I am still breathing But deep within I am dying and my soul is freely bleeding