damaged conscious
vacant fury
stomped into the ground stabbed constantly by blades dipped in toxicity
drained of my life force drudging alone in solitude shrouded in blackness
forever lost too me.
shredded torn apart my agony my torment there pleasure
tortured by malevolent souls there arousal
all to known my eyes ripped from there sockets
my blood drained by experienced hands.
this, what is this? how is this possible?
i cannot see i cannot feel i know yes i know all too well
this feeling why? why this infuriated wrath?
nothing compares to this dead inside still living
outside put out let down misery encased in my
every word gone alone again to bear this weight
this guilt not known before.
broken not strong weak this life this existence
fake mist covers this place this road to
nowhere non-existent despondent.
my will taken my identity forgotten
me a wanderer till death greets
me
vacant fury
