Within darkness I writhe, as his whispering blows wither my lips to autumn,
I know every stone of this floor, colored with congealed carmine that oozed off my eye
Your talons grasp my shoulder, a vulture clutching carrion close to it's beak
Your serpent fangs shatter all sensation in my shoulder
your knife makes my broken veins howl for plasma, your purple haze chokes the air off me
A crown of thorns are the remnants of my pride crying its demise,
As you whisper your howled haunted horrific hallucinations
The cries of my dried throat have been clasped in unheard silences.
A false sunrise grasps my heart in its leather fingers,
My eyes open greyyed with the smoke of your cigar
No more can I choke down my own blood boiled to black clumps
Acid runs in my veins, ruins in my cheeks, eats me in-out
Your cane strikes and blade slits, spelling out your pleasure
But as you make your last slash, the lioness inside me erupts at last.
The last slash still burns but I escaped my chains,
tore from your grasp and left the knife in your brain
Yet now blood’s not mine, knife buried in his now yielding flesh
Blood flowed like sunset over my wasteland landscape,
The chains now memories, though they still weigh me down
The nightmares of your sensations still clasp me
Dressed in rags I wander the streets under midnights shroud
as the stars embrace me, I collapse upon a doorstep somewhere, anywhere....
But as my veins turn red again,
I'm born again to walk out of this pain
shielded by the warm embrace of my kinsfolk
on the blackboard of my pain I teach them with the white chalk of hope,
Wrapping around the Sun I hadn't seen in fifteen years
for my soul is stronger than my ever scarred skin.
A tree slashed by lightning hides scars behind new leaves,
New growth and new hope, the whole world breathes.