The Caged Master

The door shuts, the sounds quietly murmer from the tv.

The rain is pelting the roof and windows...
whispering let us in..

my body gives in and melts into a darkness
that im familiar with.

Like an old pair of shoes well broke in, a friend..
always there, its here again.

my keeper.

eating at my flesh from the inside,
ripping gnashing through me taking from me all it wants.

What if finds it takes,
assuming it deserves anything it touches.

It preys on me.

My screams are voiceless,
my pain is masked and unseen.

An expert in disguise, a human chamelian.

My own claws dig at my flesh from the outside,
trying to find like a blind man his old friend.

breaking and ripping the flesh bleeds warm,

bright reds that when cooled,
force life to stay yet another day.

The pain is welcomed feels like life.
I am here, I am still breathing.

The winds are subtle with its calling,
whispers only faintly heard by few,

submit, give in..
pale skin and dark brown eyes growing dim,

a drip of softly toned words slip from the lips,
dry and cracked reply... why. .... why.

The thoughts race through my head,
im no stranger to them...

they're angry at me for caging them earlier in life,
and turning my back to them.

emotions.

each person has them. I bound them,
with determination and survival.

hatred will not kill me this time, disgust at them forced an easy crooked smile from my lips that curl slightly.

My demons, once again, loosed, why do we battle.
My desire to control them no longer thrives.

I dont want to be in control anymore.
I loose them, setting free to use as daggers on my own reflections.

The scent of burning flesh from deep inside me tightens my chest.
The fire grows, the flesh releases a cry from deep inside,

no one sees. no one hears.
Dont cry at my awkward funeral.
Im done suffering.

Ive finished my life here, NOW in the realm of undead and unseen.

I stand towering over evil itself.

Protecting all those I have loved,
and all those who hurt that are in need.

The ones that think they're alone.
IM there. Im here.

Im now fighting the demons to save just one...
Im a fighter. Surviver. Protector. Lover.

I was the one no one saw. No one wanted to see.
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Posted: Apr 2012
About this poem:
this is again random thoughts that wake me in the night and I write...

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