Sunday, April 12, 2009

EAteN ALIVE



These thoughts will consume me, each poisonous stab,
Takes all I want and all that I have.




Will anyone rescue what cannot be saved?
A person so deadly, so wholly depraved.




My soul is a carcass, no longer shall bleed,
No flesh on these bones- the monsters can’t feed,
They have lived on my sacrament; filled me with lies,
Stolen my innocence; my naïve trusting eyes.

Tested and broken, so completely destroyed,
By things I controlled- times that I could avoid,
I did not have the courage to speak out my mind,
Now I have been eaten by my very own kind.