It is cold like ice
It stings like a paper cut
It is dead and diseased
A parasite latching to my heart
Feeding on the hope and happiness I dare not part
Deep...it is so deep
A chasm of misery
Dank with heat
Putrid and rising
Is the air I breathe?
Caught below the sea
Drowning in anguish
I can’t see
I am blind
In the black abyss that refuses to shine
Crawling through the thorns which cut
Bruise my soul...lacerate my mind
They hurt so much
Those memories which although fake persist
To torture me...the lies that I should resist
The rain is hard and cold
Down here below what is right
Squinting I search for a forgiving light
That will guide me away from this sickness
Take the hand that wants me to forget this
My eyes scan the dungeon
I now reside and loathe
A cell away from home
A dead lifeless pit
A lie...a nightmare concocted by myself
My own mind has spun this terrible hell
In regret....I kneel upon the damp dirt and pray
That I may be released as the gnarled trees sway
This prism corners me on all sides
Wedging into my body
Which, fake, lets out ear piercing cries?
Purge the shadows
Bring me the light
Tell me that this place will be gone tonight
Relieve me of this suffering
For I know nothing worse
Than this ache
In my heart
Stabbing me, making me curse
Sending shivers of disgust down my invisible spine
And rush of blood to my brain like sour wine
Yes. This is sorrow, with eyes like glass
A frigid blast which covers me fast
Distorts the truth with its malicious tongue
Spreading ignorance like a violent song
Free me of your icy hands
Break me from your cursed land
I wish this lowly state a gift
That it may vanish like the wind
And sift
Through time like an ageless snake
And cause so many desperate hearts to quake
Tell me you are through with me
I have served your time
For without these chains
I can breathe sublime