Piercing My Spine
With Blades
I have drawn
In my restless sleep
I linger in the past
Were my souls
Dry husks of horrors
Are cast
Each one an image in time
The dead feelings have no life
Each blade cuts the dead life away
Like dried skin tattooed with history.
I have drawn sharp blades
in sleepless nights.
They are cast in the infernos
of my Tortured mind.
Furnaces of my damaged ego
I am damned
I pierce my skin
I suffer the pain
Each blade reminds me of what I am.
What I have done.
Piercing my fingers
as I slide them in.
With blades
I have forged
in my deepest infernal nightmares.
Each one has a name emblazoned upon
Each word of my horror
They cut eternal
Here in the dark
Here in my restless sleep
My deepest nightmare.
Here I remain.
Feeling the blades sliver sharp
Sliding into
My spine
Down
Deep…
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