No Luxury

Harsh screams at darkened walls.
"Thrash about", the enemy calls.
Sharpened pain and then it dulls.
Anger is no luxury.

Wicked hands upon ones neck.
Tears and blood and face a wreck.
Prodded as one pokes and pecks.
Violence is no luxury.

Cries are heard from just one soul.
Can't find half that makes one whole.
And the devil comes to take his toll.
Sadness is no luxury.

Scared to say one word out loud.
Afraid that one makes no one proud.
Leaving your head in a cloud.
Silence is no luxury.

Death is what one searches for.
It's what is wanted to the core.
And so one sits as soul is poured.
Life is no luxury.