I am in combat with my own mind,
I feel almost locked within the brims of my skin
for I have become contained
my soul naked and bare to touch
a shattered war zone where lays my brain in two,
is where my secrets settle
my hands lay written in braille, with piercing secrets to unfold as you feel
a dull face with debilitated skin,
scripted with screams of my silently tormented mind
they’re have become ashes laid upon my lipswhere once roses flew,
a tongue that never tires, spits fire effortlessly
while my breath disputes with the air,
my personality pierces and daggers
with manipulation and jagged thoughts which only taunt me
I may have a mouth to speak, but what snakes out of it
is only slithering and hissing nothing but disgust
marinating in between my tongue of lies
and laying in the throat which curdles up hatred
my heart lies frozen, rotten, and forgotten
I wonder whether anything could flow into heal it
wondering if my scars could deepen and pirouette deeper like ballerinas
they’ve seeped further then my flesh finding themselves swimming through my veins
drowning in my soul, where they further tried to escape this life completely
two tormenting parts of my mind playing games with each other
while one is imbalanced the other becomes traumatized
equilibrium is hard to find at a time as such.
dismissing it wont ease the pain, acknowleding it wont ease the pain
but acceptance seems out of the question.
detachment
my body melted and evacuated the battle ground of thoughts
it couldnt fight the constant war which raged deep within me,
the constant attack. yet here I am. my body is healing
and the attacks are still striking, blood leaks from this mental knife which pierces to never miss.
and I am sat here, while the coroners await my death
my blood bleeds at the absence of your affection
your absence which is craved by my touch
dear lord, am I worthy of seeing your face
I am yet a mere stranger in this world,
I do not belong on this eart
I’m a traveler, awaiting..