My Silent Song

A life wasted in the blink of an eye, And all I wanted was a safe place to hide, From the words spawning razor edged thoughts, And no one, without judgment, in whom I can confide, It seeps from my mind like vulgar spirits, Demonic ideas rip at me with bony claws, Infects my heart and jades my soul, I breathe it in like oil down my throat, Thick it coils in my being, Like a heavy black serpent it slithers, Snapping at my face behind this porcelain mask, A smile painted in blood from the past, The wounds gape again and I hunger, A chance to change my ways, escape the beast, But time and time again darkness becomes my truth, The path less taken has lead me to this cliff, The melody of my broken heart, The beat of my splintered soul, The rhythm of my tainted spirit, I sing my song as I enter my tomb.