Prison of Spite
The prison of my mind
got me locked in insanity,
Solitary thoughts
carving scars in my sanity.
A sick symmetry of misery
mixed with glee,
I grin through the chaos
while it chews through me.
I can’t break free
chains fused into bone,
Demons on a leash,
but I still sleep alone.
They whisper like prophets,
preach death as the truth,
I bite back the urge
just to prove I’m not loose.
I don’t want to lose,
but I’m tired of war,
Every breath feels like
I’ve fought it before.
Hope tastes like blood
when it slips through my teeth,
I bury my prayers
where the light won’t reach.
I walk through hell
with my head held straight,
Spite in my veins,
I refuse to break.
If I’m damned either way,
I’ll claw, I’ll stay,
I’ll tear through the dark
just to find my way.
Copyright © Mori Moots | Year Posted 2026
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