Bellowing, force-fed metanoia
A bitter shadow cast over salvaged memories
By and by a product of precarity
If iron sharpens iron
Why do sparks of revulsion fly?
Exhausted of light, blinded by blight
Artificial shine
Unbalanced and unkept
Pushing through foundations
The undergrowth consumes and collects
Beneath my skull
Its taunting my skin, growing so thin
Callouses heal, encompass chaotic dread
Piercing the skin of grief
One layer deep
Questioning emptiness, counting every breath
Unsolved pleading cries, plagued by ancient lies
Burning stomach, toss and turning
Up in ether, brain is curdling
Miles of regret, steady dreaming death
Chained by compromise, plagued by ancient lies
Lacerating
Piercing the skin of grief