Torturous Soul

The agony,

Its insufferably excruciating,

So very...tormenting,

My doleful cries are unheeded

Yet what I shout of hatred result in tears,

"For who am I to disagree?"

Treated unethically and forgotten, no one but I,

Can cure this perpetual tumor formed deep within my failing heart,

Frightened,

Are the thoughts that occupy my mind,

Lost I am without them

Painted violently on the exterior,

The long lines of misery stain my back in flavours of hurt,

Their blind to the impenetrable facade crafted before me,

Satan's servants yearn for my company,

My wings ripped apart,

Horns start to grow,

The fire rages,

From down below,

Sing me a lullaby,

Send me to sleep,

The blade,my antidote,

The night, my retreat.