Isolation

 

 

Isolation

 

 

 

Isolation

Twisting my heart

Wrenching my brain

Wringing my soul

 

In my mind is an attic

The door is locked

Full of dead thoughts

The key can be found

 

A shroud of silence

Suffocating

Weighing heavy

On my weary eyes

 

I’ve grown so tired

From my journey

How many trials

Are still to come?

 

Haunted memories

My demon lingers

Heinous acts

I must redeem

 

The attic is open

The Devil’s chamber

Scarring the eyes

Of mere mortals like me

 

I hear his footsteps

Gruesomely quiet

Grotesque and gnarled

His voice when it calls

 

He slams my door

The corner is darkened

He pleasures himself

With my bouts of pain

Insanity

I know my mind too well

Still searching for my heart

Devoured by shadows

 

All I wanted was love

Wicked manifestation

The grimace of sorrow

Loneliness bares its teeth