What, or rather who, is this thing
that creeps inside my enlarged veins
I breathe a stench so rancid that this being becomes alive with pleasure
Searching for the lifeline, strangling my every thought
Can’t think why but because
Questions become surreal answers
Every action, every inspiration lost inside with no hopes of ever reaching that distant light
Eyes blurred with the past, this being controlling my sight
As I wipe the dust away, my inner child laughs
Can’t clear away something burned deep
deep inside consciousness
With each pulsating heartbeat, the blood flow weakens
brain becomes slow, eventually dying, killing itself
As it is the first to go, this “being” has future control
of all entities that may venture to take charge inside a lifeless shell of a man
living in a barrier of walls
White, as easily ripped down as built up
They seem… transparent
forced in a shelter of uncertainty
Can they withstand the pain my soul eludes across them?
They are so light yet I can barely hold them up
crashing down on wet leaves
that scatter with the breaking down
extreme torture like a cell filled with hate
A hole big enough for my hand, the fist of life
taking one last breath of desperate need
there is no entrance that leads deeper into
My brain loses all sensitivity as I finally realize
that a shroud built up to protect
Can only find its way deeper into a private Hell