09-21-2008, 11:46 PM
Betrayed by your own mind; the noose around your neck a wire from your fingers spread.
The strings pulled taught by the unforgiving and relentless beat from within.
You bleed, but you still pull and turn and writhe. It needs to hurt, it needs to sting.
Following your own pain with the thoughts of what you can’t or won’t have.
The endless self sustaining torture of the utterly undeniable facts. It was you. It was you.
You stopped it. You let it go. You wouldn’t admit it. You wouldn’t believe it.
When it happens again, you remove one more limb. The consequence for your action.
Other people tell you what you did wrong, they tell you what you could do better.
You know. You knew. You were going to. You were trying to. It was to be!
They didn’t know, they won’t know. You push it down your own throat,
only to have it compacted two fold. The piercing pain, the heaving inherent.
No avail. It will happen again. They just don’t get it. You already understand.
The ending does no justice to the beginning. The glowing face of the angel at birth.
Now what? Afraid to deal the damage to the skin, while willing to eviscerate the inner.
Take the helm, steer clear of the worst causes of death. Survive.
The strings pulled taught by the unforgiving and relentless beat from within.
You bleed, but you still pull and turn and writhe. It needs to hurt, it needs to sting.
Following your own pain with the thoughts of what you can’t or won’t have.
The endless self sustaining torture of the utterly undeniable facts. It was you. It was you.
You stopped it. You let it go. You wouldn’t admit it. You wouldn’t believe it.
When it happens again, you remove one more limb. The consequence for your action.
Other people tell you what you did wrong, they tell you what you could do better.
You know. You knew. You were going to. You were trying to. It was to be!
They didn’t know, they won’t know. You push it down your own throat,
only to have it compacted two fold. The piercing pain, the heaving inherent.
No avail. It will happen again. They just don’t get it. You already understand.
The ending does no justice to the beginning. The glowing face of the angel at birth.
Now what? Afraid to deal the damage to the skin, while willing to eviscerate the inner.
Take the helm, steer clear of the worst causes of death. Survive.