A touch and I leave them raped, for I have no affection.
And I can still feel them…
So lost if I can not find violence and his brother dread.
I kiss their lips…reducing all smiles to grievance as I always have.
A narcissist who’s mind has darkened.
But I can see a small diamond of light…
And that is you.
You may not shatter me, I am already broken apart, my darling.
And my pieces are scattered, as I am but a measure of sadness.
Standing here, a stake run through my chest, I have no words…
I am unsound.
For words are like music that I no longer play.
I steal their songs…they no longer sing to me.
And I feel my zest for life is agony of death, but I don’t believe in afterlife.
Heaven hath no reign over my soul.
There is no revelation to cancel my knowledge of myself.
And for what are revelations if one can not see through them?
I am what they call evil in all sense. I am finished with breath…
Or it is finished with me.
And I am bloodied as I was born…
But now there are scars.