Broken
The endless quaking,
of my bones breaking.
A creeping fracture,
unlikely to be captured,
Creeping slowly towards my sanity.
Giving my life no capacity to unwind.
Softly mocking and moaning
About the growing of endless torture through my existence.
As the sound of my veins,
boil and bubble in the torment of the reality that is now.
the atelier of my innocence,
has turned into terror and deceit.
and now I must die again,
so my life can be put on repeat.