Unusual Torment

A poem from the mind of someone broken, unwell, not thinking clearly, and obviously mentally ill

Unusual Torment

Silver eyes in night skies

The dead will rise with poisoned knifes

Brains that fried, half alive

Tears that cry, truths that lie

Eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth

Another soul dies, tied another noose

Loose limbs can’t even begin to rot in the sin

Roasted coated bloated skin on spit does not even spin

Killing kin losers like me never win

Begging to begin, sipping blood like gin

The devils' grin, my skull smiles back

Storm’s harlequin, death’s joker, wild on crack

Hells gates are open, the souls are riled, broken

Torment is a tasty spice, cruel men have spoken, life is far too mild, I’m vomiting, choking

Silver eyes can only try to make me abide by laws that science defied sly

I’ll keep bleeding poetry until I’m parched, dry, I’m just that kind of grisly guy

For no reason, I don’t know why, but lesions try to spread my blood red goodbyes from inside my mind

 Speaking words so high they drop like flies

Freaking family ties that have become undone

Dried tears that no longer run

Whispered words for a forgotten son

Sanctioned songs for the ones who went wrong

Lighting bonfires to freeze the perspiring choir, hired liars burning pires of bone for tired solemn hearts made of stone

Dead unknown, life that’s loaned

Blood hail like fallen snow

From frail frozen forgottens that no one knows

We bail our sinking rotten ship it’s about to blow

Screams that groan, drugs that heal

Electric chair throne, I’m a fool that feels

Done with words, and chasing the devil’s heels

No more four-leaf clovers, unlucky, I’m keeling over

Drunk on your poems meant to be sober

Reality is no war, hell is frozen over

Author's Note

I tried hard to be incoherent. It's easier to do when you've been this way before.

I very seldom reply to reviews, but I promise I read EVERY single one. I look forward to my next review, because it helps me learn. Even if it's just one word, I promise, I will be ecstatic to have the chance to hear what you have to say. Whenever you write something about my poems, or the themes of my poems, or criticize me it is not in vain. I will listen, learn and be thankful.

Reviews

[SilverInk]

Speechless. Very rhythmic and lyrical, almost like a rap but moving like poetry. i need more poems like this. Keep writing!

[Najam Us Saher]

You gave me goosebumps. Such strong words are chosen to express very powerful emotions.