old song i wrote

[storyoftheyear]

Came to the crossing of my soul
Twisted on it's own self, bent and distorted
Crushed upon the gravel of the earth, torn, ripped, blown
Why does it reflect in such a way?
Like a pool of blood shimmering
Filling up inside with pain, suffering, torture
Emotions running loose, directions known not
Feel like a contortionist, my heart a knot of displeasure
Life unbound and lost to the inner devils
Blinded to the emotions of others

Beautified distruction of a life
Beautified disjunction from society
Beautiful synesthetic bliss

I walked upon the depths of demons
Traced their paths through my insides
Watched as they tore away the flesh
Laughed as they slowly stole my life
Humor in their systematic destruction of my soul
Cried as the pain became unbearable
Icy cold hatred freezing my heart
Thawed only by sepulchral joy
Only release found through untimely death

Beautified distruction of a life
Beautified disjunction from society
Beautiful synesthetic bliss

Lost and angered by unnavigable inner seas
Scared and afraid of true self
Inner nightmares devouring