Life

Pain, with moments of dread.

No one can imagine your pain, unless they have lived the perils which hide behind your eyes. Eyes which bleed behind closed doors. I know the feeling of despair and anguish, which is mostly invisible to others. It only causes more internal bleeding, which no eyes can see. Life that great chaotic, destructive force we can neither fathom nor escape.. I know the pain which transforms everything with blood and screams and unbelievable terror. I know it so well and I have prayed in blood I didn't..

 I have been to the darkness and been it's prisoner. Been a subject of torture. A victim of pain. A masterpiece of blood and still I lived within the grotesque moments of destruction, refusing deaths gentle hand, instead drinking the chalice of tyranny and living in and beyond the pain my life forced me to endure. Life is pain and it is rarely pretty or nice.. It is hell.

 How do we escape when damnation hangs over like a crown always piercing you, reminding you of dreads evil claws forever in you, refusing to let you go.. Prayer doesn't do it. Wishing is childish. Screaming only brings more pain and tears. Besides know one hears the screams. Know one cares about the terror which shreds away my humanity. Piece by brutal piece, soaked in my precious blood... I'm sorry you must endure such a thing.