Sweet, poisonous tears carved glistening rivers
down the angles and planes of my face,
mingling with the solemn drops being shed from the gray,
somber wisps suspended lowly in the bleeding sky.
I didn't care about my drenched clothing,
clinging to my trembling body in a chilling embrace;
I paid no heed to the warnings being bellowed form above,
or the flashes of caution
striking curiously close to my broken form
curled on a mattress of wilting grass and murky mud.
Appalling bruises were blossoming across my colorless skin;
however these marks couldn't be detected by such simple means such as sight.
They were not created though any kind of hatred or violence,
but rather the brutality and harshness of the world
shoving me to the ground one too many times.
The pain of it was unrelenting and unreal.
Giving up is my only option,
so here I lie
getting lost within the calm depths of my mind
as the storm roars on around my insignificant physical self.
There are no heroes in this world
not a single individual that could help,
let alone save me from anything
especially the demon I call my myself.
H.P. J.C.
