Broken

Did the rip through my thoughts? Or shred up my love? Did they soil my life? All the above. I was taken distraught broken forgot. No one was left not a whisper to hear. Not a pulse to be felt alone in my fear. I deserved not what was brought unto me. My anguish, no purpose brought them pure glee. Through the dark halls of hell I've walked and I've wandered. All for the devil he not I pondered. The fruit I was given paved my descent. Lower and darker radiating resent. Now both he and I stood by the other. Equally twisted blood shed brothers. So lock me in chains make me inferior. My passion, my love will rain as superior. Your mind cannot fathom your hearts' willful ray. Devils rise forth your reason to slay. Flames pull your forward, closer to the door. Icicles shatter over you no more. I am not evil ignorant or empty. But broken to pieces a hearts-worth so heavy. My sockets reap woe two abysses not ending. Pain, grief, and sorrow. My fate now is pending. Taps echo softly through these chalked cement walls. Driven insane by these muted calls. Calls for death calls for blood. Calls for tear-burning fires. Days turn like pages nights storm for liars. My world has been crushed. My self has been shattered. This skin that I wear has been hopelessly tattered. I scream in my head as it bounces around. As I'm swallowed in noise all else hear no sound. Nails scratch my face my blood in my throat. My gut in my feet this life has been wrote. I will kill, I will die. I will scream, I will cry. I will swallow my fears. I will rip out my ears. I will swim in my guts. I'll be eaten by mutts. I will bash my hard head. I will make sure I'm dead. But for what? For this now, and this here is drenched in pure fear. So I'll sit and I'll wait. For nothing but fate. Broken to pieces that don't wish to hate. Still through it all There's much I don't know. But one thing I've learned blood comes and it goes.