I have a pain.
Thorns grow through my skin,
As blood trickles as a crimson rain drop racing down my mirrors self.
I dream for one day, a wife and kin.
But am met at night with my nightmarish self doubt.
With each splatter, my floor and soul becomes evermore stained.A spine tingling shiver.
It rattles and splinters each of my bones, within contained.
An archer aimed at my heart, stocked with a full quiver.
A wound deep inside, boiling at the core.
My skin holds a vast network of oil which spouts in my despair.
My mind, a battlefield alone at war.
Grown cold to the feeling of humanities lies and fake care.
A love that anchors my will here on earth.Not family nor friend comes close to your worth.
Without you I'm already gone,
A vacant, eerie shell.
A spirit trap within,
An obnoxious, beastly cell.
My pain is my life.