Torture

Torture.

I'm struggling to wrap my mind around these problems

There are so many

They seem to have multiplied since the day I got them

It's like I'm staring at myself in a shattered mirror

I can't make what I'm seeing

Is this my punishment for being a sinner

From a divine entity I no longer believe in

Am I demon

For wanting more

For keeping my eyes open

And always dreaming

Always reaching

Always hurting

And always searching

For some kind of divine reasoning

Hearts freezing

Pushing ice through my veins

Into my brain

Thoughts disappear

And only a dreamy snow-globe remains

B.C