Acceptance

I wrote this when I was a pretty rough place, this is how I fought back! To anyone suffering fight back.

The bloodied bags of flesh
Rusty nails screech from there lungs
What was left of someone who was once loved

It’s governed by one thing it’s sole purpose....
to destroy
Me

To eat me from the inside out
There strong, unforgiving merciless
Yet I’m there creator
The master mind
The Minds of there master


Who would do such a thing
An accident
But they told me to be careful to let not my creatures divulge
I tried to listen I really did
I thought

They come
Relentless
Ferociously
The terrors of my eroded mind hunt me now
I try to run
I try to take shelter
No hope,
Despair is in the air
The whispers of my reality ring true
The hell soaked demons call my name
I was
wrong

My feet begin to fall
No Matter
I’ll f*****g crawl
I succumb to the inevitable truth
I’m done exhausted and I accept it.
I deserve it don’t I?
They screech my ear drums burst
I ache and my soul cracks
They gnaw my limbs
And bound me to my end
I’m torn apart without mercy
Consumed in it.
Agony awaits me
Tears kiss my cheek and my breath dwindles
They smile with my flesh hanging from there teeth

Time passes
Something there still grasps to life
Holding onto my fondest memories of something I was before this.

It’s My Mind
Somehow
Still
Lives

The unholy turn
They know something
Something diminishes in there eyes
I begin to fight back
With whatever I have left in me.
There scared of me for....
Wait?
these breeders of hate and fear and there barbaric ways are cringing of me there once cowardly creator is now the symbol
of there demise.

I sense it through out me
Something warm something real.
Something these hateful creatures can’t begin to fathom

Mercy? Forgiveness?
My defence reinforced stronger becoming something more!

I see it entirely and let it release
Cherish the pain, cherish my humanity
It’s time remold the shattered corpse.

The black tar of my soul
Thickens around me
I hear them coming for my soul again


I’m ready
To let it in
Take in the pain, the misery, the story of
misfortune, the unforgiving fuckery I spew to myself
The empty promises my black void, the undeniable reality of my persistent self sabotage.

I gasp and pause

I
Let
It.....

My breath is free
I lighten. My head spins

The
Pain


Falls
Just as a rock falls to the earth
Undeniably


My inner most horrors I’ve designed
Simply fade
Only shadows remain
To remind me

Of what was, what could be
Instead
I honour it
All of me
Completely

I’m impenetrable
My fortress
My mountain
A stronghold Built upon what destroyed me.


To any of those creatures hiding in the deepest chasm
That slurp the insatiable lust of pain and misery.

I welcome you

Reviews

[Spamalot]

"Rusty nails screech from there lungs "

From "There lungs?" Really. Didn't you edit?

That aside, you forget that the reader has no idea of the story behind the words because you provide none, and the references you make are to ideas and srtory that remain in your mind, when they should have hit the page.

And: rusty nails in the lungs, screeching? You can't be serious That might have meaning to you. But to the ones you wrote this for? It appars that you're trying to be "deeply meaningful" in obtuse ways, with things like what Stephen King referred to with:

“Others hold forth at open-mike poetry slams, wearing black turtlenecks and wrinkled khaki pants; they spout doggerel about “my angry lesbian breasts” and “the tilted alley where I cried my mother’s name.”

[J Vanderford]

I’m no poet, you seem to be expert I tried looking for some of your content, but found no real creativity whatsoever.
Don’t know how I made you so angry.
To be honest I don’t care.
Have a good life

[J Vanderford]

By the way you didn’t edit your own comment “it appars” cmon man where’s the e.