Vicious Swirls

Desires, oh how they coddle.

How they are deep wired.

Giving consolation like liquid amber in a bottle,

How you itch to free the wires, pluck and unplug and throw them to a fire.

They lick scraps full, begging for a quenching thirst,

Deflowering yourself of each petal to crumble in their dirt.

Oh how the hollowness greets you as an old friend,

Or more of a lover than the one whom you share a bed.

The darkness whithers like branches gnashing against the glass of your soul,

Yet the more the soul taints, the mind begins to stretch like a gaping hole.

Gone is the wisdom beyond sprinkled whispers that never forsaken your eyes,

Replaced is now a sinful silk to cover and blind you with lies.

Binded and branded the leather has etched to your skin,

Rigid and empty you feel so you question what really lies within.

What colors do illuminate the thing that covers,

What thirst do you now require?

Is it those who smother you in smoke and cloak you with a hooded hover,

Or is it those long lost tricks that rest afloat the depths of your abyss to gloat for all you have attired.

How long will you beg for forgivness in muffled sobs and tearful drips,

How long till the smells and scratches fade in presence?

When the voices are fed with fibs and drunk off of ficticuous sips?

Or when you stop choking on the very words in your throat, salivating the paper and pencil as your penance.

Have you not learned to face the quips your mind uses for torture?

How long till your madness begins?

For the jokes spoken in scrambled truths shed their box to form the matches lighting as your scorcher.

For you still face the mirror that placates the darkness within.

Do you reek of the fiery chaos you seek among your crumbled worlds,

For that is enacted by ones bred to battle themselves in vicious swirls.

The flames cackle for their crackle is complimentary,

Their destruction swallows the very fictional stories made legendary.

Oh, please, gift me guidance,

Show me the true path.

How you beg to end this vexing grievance,

How you seek protection from your own wrath.

Oh, keep me as yours,

For you seek it in lifes every damning door.

Hold me in treasured palms.

Oh just once, let me hear you plead to save us from our insatiable wrongs.