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Thursday, April 26, 2012

The Overflowing Empty Glass



My chest bears no insides
for my organs have been misplaced, 
          the insides of my insides missing within themselves

All functioning through sheer will
          or what is left 

They cramp and burn within my soul, 
forcing themselves through my unconscious wall
          no longer does my mind function on it’s own

A mind aware of it’s own self
          catastrophe climbing over the this future’s walls

Come find me, come lay with me
none of which would subside in a place like this
          here the heat of my thoughts touch are to unbearable
;curled crisps of my inner shell and your hands reaching to me

Knives couldn’t cut through what plagues me so
          for they open wounds once visited before
          drawing that of the negative energy clouded around me into my bruised skin

Fates hands placing their pawns through my path
          full of strife and prevention

Come save me, can’t you hear my words?
          has the paper thin reality I’ve been grasping onto been a lie?
am I the only knight that can further pursue my rescue?

How come no matter how much suffering I put my physical shell through, 
          it cannot pierce the brutalization within my skull?

Despite the overwhelming noise within my head,
          my voice remains muted; waiting on the a lending ear and shoulder to bring peaceful           
          silence.