Sunday, July 5, 2009

Saturday, April 4, 2009

Five Senses.

Wrapped within my own fears
With shadows lurking across my body
Slicing as they creep across,
A chest once so strong.

Gloved hands slither upon my once so warm throat
My screams muted by the lack of space,
Here I stand,
I am a survivor
How much longer can I sustain?

Who will hear my cries?
What can they do?
When will I be free?
Where can I go?
Why did you take this so far?

My rigid body hits the floor,
Crimson leaving the lips, never to kiss again
Ears mangled, optimist opinons will never change me.
Fingers charred, your touch won't penetrate third degree burns.
Eyes scarred, fireworks won't crack a smile.

I am annihilated,
I am devastated,
I am destroyed.