I sit among the devils scorned.. battle weary broken worn. Within me a vacant frozen cavity.. nothing can bring me back, determined gravity.. tears drip and freeze.. bitter cold is what it bleeds.. oh the agony.. sweet agony!
Lustful cravings of the flesh draw me out
Removes barriers not a trace of self doubt.
Building growing consuming the prior
Mind body enveloped within the fire.
Mental barriers erected swiftly
Leaving connections shaken, shifty
Release becomes a struggle rather than a blessing.
Pain increases happiness lessens..
I walk in the shadows of beings crucified
Passified, testified, sacrafide, left by the side.
A mere smear of my prior being.
Life seeping from me as if my own blood was fleeing
Back down again on this very day
Rock bottom instant replay
This time even kneeling is a burden
Returning to my former self isn't certain
A replica of the original
Regrets and sorrow are the only ones left to mingle.
Picking up the few pieces of me that remain
My life force pours as it drains
Copyright © Rose Henderson | Year Posted 2017
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