The knife it twists, oh so deep
in my heart, filled with excruciating agony
slicing, bleeding, bits of flesh on floor
your voice violates my senses
drawing me to kill
the inner most part of me
no feeling, no pain
no recognition, no blame
Glazed apparition, of a life known
shredded, achingly apparent in waking actions
rearing its' head, biting into my memories
forcing me to die
heart, withering brown
no flow, no sight
no flame, no light
©Vartok Dana McLennan
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