Shattered
in heart and trampled in spirit
Yet
surviving the scorching of the soul,
Numbness
plaguing the infinite mind
Into
a prison, convicted within my own thoughts,
Screaming
an outrage, a silent cry,
For
nights hid my darkness and days condole,
A
mockery so disgraceful;
“Who
are you?” She demands,
A
bulge; the reflection of your cruel mind,
Cold
eyes and numb lips
Speaks
of my silent existence,
For
I see, yet I am vacant,
Suffocating;
yet breathing,
Infiltrating
into an edge unknown,
Stained
tears, harder to erase,
No
words to comfort, solemn loneliness,
Bruised
and scarred in skin,
A
new definition to your sin,
Into
a sculpted road of turmoil and pain,
Chasing
a love, never to regain,
And
slowly slide further, an inevitable madness.
