Consumed

I Hate... Today I am what I never meant to be, A shell shocked shadow of a former me. I stand alone, though I'm not on my own And try to fight the hurt. Bleeding from Blind wounds I cringe in the darkness. Longing for a light to un-eclipse me. Let me die inside myself as planned, but let me die as me. Consumed by the throws of reality, I weep for my inspiration lost. The future cries out to bury the past, so deep that even memories strain to reach. The morbid pounding of the mundane, parading as melodramatic enigma... squelch the fire of fury trapped beneath this cage of flesh, split this skin and release the tiered demon. Return to me the waning anguish, Revive me from the clutches of myself... No longer shall I starve in your emptiness. For you can never feed nor sustain me.