Confusion corrupts the mind,
slowing and stopping time
It slowly becomes depression,
then morphs into obsession
_ 9 _
A spark is born by flint,
The world now has red tint
Sorrow becomes calm anger,
this monster is now a stranger
_ 8 _
Voices whisper lies,
telling tales of death's demise
Thoughts become a schism,
this world a black-n'-white prism
_ 7 _
Seeping venom of brown recluse,
feeding off of steady abuse
Scathing words form a flame
Where's the scapegoat in which to blame?
_ 6 _
The anticipation of this pain,
is the only thing that will remain,
once the mind has borne these scars,
locked behind these jagged bars
_ 5 _
Tears of glass slice down a face,
hiding the rage without trace
Nothing but a tortured mask
Shielding the truth of one's own past
_ 4 _
With one word, the torch falls down
Alighting the world, blazing the ground
Flaming shadows scorch the mind
This scar tissue is naught but kind
_ 3 _
Burning away scabs to the third degree,
the monster inside is now all to see
All the pain bleeds into a rage,
releasing the thing that cannot be caged
_ 2 _
It was playing Russian Roulette, with a ticking bomb...
Resulting in a Vietnam
Laying in a pool of a black red sheen
The words that were said finally have mean...
_ 1 _
There's fire in the hole
This gun now has control
Their lives I cannot mend,
and so this tale comes to an end
_ 0 _
Though upon the flames, the rain falls hard...
Cooling away the fire, to turn another card...
Coals and embers still lay upon the ground...
Though voices whisper, they hear not a sound
Though the remnants may cool over time...
They still remain without word nor rhyme...
Like scabs of wounds made by a friend...
They are unhealable sores that can never mend