Under a sky of iron, a tide of blood Laps at my feet, coagulating with tears My past, the long-dead and nearly Their faces play before me.
Chains of salt and blood Wrapped around me binding me To this beach to the sound of my Screams and howling weeping And ever-living misery. I am enslaved to my own hell.
My twin is all but dead. My father a branded memory. I am haunted by memory By an unceasing pain. The bones, tears and blood They lay under the sand How many do I owe blood to?
I live a suffering that is nocturnal. It rears its head at night. It hunts me. I drink. I inject liquid numb. I die. Every day I die.
My pain is my chain. My friend. My God. I cry and bleed. The ever-perpetual wound.
It weeps blood and oil And tears of the betrayed.
I live for the toxic burn, The alcoholic oblivion. My blood a flaming river Of blackened death.
I know nothing of death. I know .
My heart quakes, Every time she touches me. Every time, I feel the wrench. Do not lie to me.
Self-infliction is my own. You shant take the blade to me Without leaving a grave. The ultimate journey.
I want to live. But not like this. Not living with a hole Torn into my soul No one to envelop myself Into the pink and red The sear of perpetuity. 01/03/15