You don't know
My mind
dark, twisted, caught in its own fate.
My soul
empty
consumed by the maker's hands.
My solitude
no more feels sweet
tightening like a rope
soft kisses of death.
My body
layers of skin craved by someone else
dressed by someone else
looked at by someone else
hurt, loved, hated
someone else but me.
My eyes
where's the shine? Now dead dim
paining but cannot leave any mark
will you guide the light home?
My heart
every corner scratched
jagged lines desiring flat.
Whole
I'm drowning
caught in the spider's web
this is what claustrophobia feels like.
You don't know, do you?
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