Jackhammer break my soul,
sledgehammer break my bones,
someone please end this pain,
this fire within my veins.
The rebar in my spine, is making me lose my mind.
Can't think, can't speak,
following blindly like a sheep.
If I die I won't be missed.
My words are wrong, my actions wild.
Immature like a child.
A storm of anger bursting out,
without any warning,
not even a shout.
A glass skeleton holding me up,
so fragile it breaks without even a touch.
My mind is made of fear and pain.
Filled with pointless, endless games.
Be careful around me, or I might go off,
and tear you apart like weathered cloth.
A monster; a beast, hides in my eyes.
Wearing only a flimsy disguise.
I warble and cry like and injured bird,
torn apart by an unforgiving world.
It may change, but I will not;
stuck in place like a broken clock.
My body broken, my soul left bare.
Forgotten without even a care.
Left alone; a broken child.
But I don't care since I've gone wild.
A beast with bright bloody fangs,
a beast alone with nothing to hang.
No noose to tie, no bones to break.
Nothing around, nothing to escape.
Alone I am, and alone I will be.
Tethered to a dying tree it's foul rot seeping into my skin,
infecting me with the hate of my kin.
Its gnarled twigs piercing my eyes,
freeing the beast that was kept inside.
Leading me to kill my kind.
With harsh words and pointed tongue,
harsher than even that of a gun.
My disease will spread and I will die,
But not before the fire fills the sky.
All will burn and all will die.
In my resting place under the sky,
the burial ground inside my chest were millions will lie,
laid to rest.The molten glass of my ribs creating a morbid crib.
The poison of my mind and of my heart
will cease to exist, and no longer remain.
The hammer will melt,
And the pain will stop.
To the empty sound of the broken clock.
The child will grow.
And the storm will pass.
The beast will leave, with the monster on it's trail.
The cries will cease.
And the fires will freeze.
And all that's left is the fear and the games.
