A deep emotional disturbance
Runs through my blackened chambers
Of ice and grim;
Tar and steel, make anything but captivating lures.
A love that's been hidden
Eaten, swallowed and thrown away,
Immersed inside this sea of abysmal agony
My eyes ensnared behind verminous waterfalls,
Of decay and tainted reveries
A frustration so incredibly intruding,
Not even you can venture down those halls
Filled with scorn and malevolence.
Pictures with fake smiles deluding
you to believe that what you see
Is merely a glimpse.
Your hands reach past my filth,
And grip my joy blind eyes
With the tips of your bleeding fingers;
To secure them in a better light,
Or set them as a feast for the flies.
My lips, infested and just as toxic
Can't bestow my love anymore.
My hands tied and bound copiously with chains
And locks no keys can endure
without whines and complaints.
Ruptured, are my chambers,
but not my binds
I figit endlessly until with bleeding fingers
and wrists; my limbs are numb.
My thoughts and hopefuls now intertwine;
pestilent they've become.
Alas, my beacon in the night,
You've seemingly arrived
With armour glowing, and knuckles of sanguine.
Perhaps, your swollen fingers could be
the keys to my salvation--
A new life with death not nearly as close behind.