Tormented Soul

What torments a soul worse than that of death?

The more you chop at its trunk,
  the more you notice its taint,
  the more you notice its stain.
The traveling monk purified its wood,
  but now it is tormented once again.
  Corruption overtakes such heavenly powers.

You look to its peak.
  It's all but gone now.
  All that remains is a spike.
Upon which,
    when you look closely,
  you can see his figure
    impaled upon its zenith.
Blood trickles down,
  painting the bark.
Such terrible imaginations.
  They plague his mind yet again.
  His soul is tormented.

Finding reprieve.
  How would he go about it?
    What has changed between then and now?
  Maybe he never changed.
    He only imagined he did.
Like everything else in his imagination,
  he must try to ignore it.
  He must keep positive.
  He must keep calm.
The horror.
  The murder.
    The intent.
      The kill.
He has known
  and will always know.
But he tries to forget.
  To never remember.
A foolish effort.

Reviews

[Dominik D. Rites]

I like it when people include murderers who want to forget. It's a difficult task but what's even more difficult is escaping it. I love it when emotion is also an important factor too. This is impeccable. I also like your use of vocabulary. It hooked me in ;^) Real nice