Today was Bullshit
Crying Razor denied and dried
Cold on porcelain floor
“Beaten Broken Tired and Worn
A soldier returns home from war
Gas Lighting Gas Bombs
Fragmentary grenades Explode
Burning up all signs of hope
Only an empty vessel remains”
I look into the mirror
Who are these tainted suicide eyes
I feel them echo, haunting
Deep within my aching skull
I am here
I will not Bow to you
I am done
With your Viper’s words
I will be free
Any way that I can
I am the pain
I am the wolves cry
Caustic emotions eat away at the
Jubile feast I used to know
No longer nourished I plummet
Without strength I can not return
Hedonistic pathways lost somewhere in time
Moments of asylum found in nursery rhymes
Counting back the sheep of night
Their empty carcasses bled dry
The spoils of Will ripped away
I feel a tourtured heavy sigh
Bleed Bleed Bleed with me
Let me count you in my fingertips
Please Please Please bury me
Release me from this sinking ship
Was there ever laughter
Was I more than a fool in a cage
Can I escape this vessel without judgement
I choose blood over becoming a slave
I return my gaze upon the mirror before me
From which I so desperately want to flee and hide
From these shackles of mental pain and torture
From which I can no longer deny
MB93
2022
The House of Raven 🐦⬛ 