Mockingjay

Sunday, August 19, 2012

They've won

This anger, it burns me,
Scorching every emotion,
Every fiber of my being,
Infecting and roting all.

Hatred rises to the surface,
Agony echoes in the halls,
Pain embedded in my voice,
Tears dissolve everything to dust.

Unwantedness,
It screams in my ear,
It taunts and mocks me,
Cursing my very existence.

It wounds me,
Searing itself into my flesh,
So i'll be reminded that no matter where i am,
Thats all i'll ever be.

This nightmare of mine,
That never stops,
Degrading my soul with each encounter,
Slowly transforming it to stone.

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