I see shadows
Sitting in corners
As I stare blankly at them,
But every time I close my eyes,
The fiends dart about,
Whispering words
They hear from my thoughts.
I find that the lights are blinding;
They show the red and purple
That weave around my arms and back,
Chains that burn,
Burns that do not heal.
Sharp tongues hang
On the walls
And the windows
And the trees.
Ice melts
The salt-fueled furnace
Burning inside of me.
I close the blinds
To welcome
The darkness back
To hug me,
Carefully avoiding the scars.
