The Faceless Nameless

There is this thing,

and this thing it lives inside of me.

It is a faceless thing

a nameless thing,

but I can feel it.

And inside of me

it breaks my bones

and tears my muscles

and rattles me from the inside out.

This Faceless Nameless thing,

it sets my teeth to a chatter.

So the Mister, he says,

"Try this, we'll get you through it, see you again in a few."

So I wait...

and wait...

and wait...

But the Faceless Nameless

rages on inside of me.

And it is all the worst

because it is faceless and nameless.

But I can feel it.

I know it is there

even though I know not

what it is.

Even as it sets my teeth

to a chatter.

And it breaks my bones,

it tears my muscles.

It sets a fog

over me so that I

can not even sum up the

will to fight it.

This Faceless Nameless rages on.

But my soul has a face,

and my soul has a name.

And that name is mine

and that face is mine.

And whats mine is mine,

and I will take what is mine.

Though my bones may break

and my muscles may tear,

whats mine is mine.