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
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