War Torn Personality.
Posted: Thu Feb 07, 2019 1:30 am
I need respite.
For these weary bones and defeated soul.
This whole world is a weapon.
And i have no armour nor shield to defend myself from it.
The hits are incessant, increasing in ferocity and frequency by day.
My body can barely withstand the onslaught.
The voices, as loud as gunshots ringing through a clear night.
A bullet wound for every spiteful word.
I'm bleeding out.
Clever voices, they know enough to not shoot the killing blow.
But rather they lie in wait until I shoot it myself.
Drive my maddened hands to end this hateful existence.
Above all else I want peace.
A void, where I can hear nothing.
Where the aching of my battered body ceases.
There aren't enough stitches in the world to hold together the fragments of my porcelain heart.
Not enough casts to fix everything broken.
I'm a war torn personality.
Trapped in an infinite warm, raging on ceaselessly.
But only I can sense the carnage.
For these weary bones and defeated soul.
This whole world is a weapon.
And i have no armour nor shield to defend myself from it.
The hits are incessant, increasing in ferocity and frequency by day.
My body can barely withstand the onslaught.
The voices, as loud as gunshots ringing through a clear night.
A bullet wound for every spiteful word.
I'm bleeding out.
Clever voices, they know enough to not shoot the killing blow.
But rather they lie in wait until I shoot it myself.
Drive my maddened hands to end this hateful existence.
Above all else I want peace.
A void, where I can hear nothing.
Where the aching of my battered body ceases.
There aren't enough stitches in the world to hold together the fragments of my porcelain heart.
Not enough casts to fix everything broken.
I'm a war torn personality.
Trapped in an infinite warm, raging on ceaselessly.
But only I can sense the carnage.
