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…