Shadows borrowed from another world -
Sunless
days and moonless nights,
Left to
suffer like some destined martyr
When all
I need is a hug from a friend or a foe.
But the
world is ruined -
No one walks
beside me even into harm.
..
And now
caged and broken I rot in the void
Like a
monk forgotten in a temple on a mountain high.
My
vision shattered, my ears deaf – senses numb just to keep me alive
I am no
saint – just a normal human.
Hair matted,
face covered in dirt – like a doll I wait on the shelf called life
Buried
like a prisoner in the dungeon of my hollow mind.
Warmth
has never appealed to me – I am colder than ice,
Winter storms
in my heart.
That’s
why isolated in the emptiness I stay
To cleanse
my mind of the anger I feel among countless souls -
Empty
shells.
My rage
consumes me like a fire devours dry trees,
Spreading
desert – natural disaster.
I am so
undone, the answer is never given to me.
Like a
rat trapped in a maze, I pace, anxious to escape,
Circling
back to wrath – even the silence is not enough.
Vicious
thoughts, yet an innocent face smiling, pretending to care.
…
From the
depths of my ire I rise again,
My fury
doesn’t scare me anymore,
I accept
it as my second nature, another demon to tame
Like
every sin I have trained to serve me.
I refuse
to give up the dark parts of me just to fit into the world.
Disgrace
might be my middle name, yet I embrace it.
I am not
deceived by the false positivity everyone promotes.
I refuse
to wash myself into the light as if horror doesn’t live inside me.
Tired of
the molds, I refuse to obey – this is not my nature.
As a
hurricane I rage, as a sun I soothe – the Duality I claim as mine.
