Black veins
Twisting
A path down my face
Obscuring my vision
Twisting my words.
Black as night
But darker yet
A hole too deep
To see
The end.
Falling
Falling
Falling
Without fear
Without worry
Without anxiety
It’s all been stolen.
My emotions
Are not mine
These thoughts
Shouldn’t be true
The words I speak
Are twisted and
Blackened with
Rot.
Curved claws
Were once nails
But are now
Blackened and curved
And far too long.
Daggers for teeth
Crumbling
And chipping
At the edges
Just like the
Last bit of
Sanity that
Hides in the back
Of my head.
Headaches ravage
My ability to
Speak
Think
Love
For myself
Now I’m an extension
Of Its wishes.
It plants
The seed
In each and every one
Of us that it
Can curl its
Long blackened
Fingers around
And it keeps us close
So we
Can never
Leave.
What starts out small
Like whispers of wind
In a quiet forest
Turns into
Something much bigger
Like a broken dam
With water that
Never stops flowing
Fast enough to sweep you
Up in the current
And break your
Spirit and mind
But not your bones.
It is impossible
To forget
The day that
You were taken.
The memories sit
In the back of my mind
With my sanity and
Sense of
Self.
A seed choked
With the essence of
Death and
Corruption.
Planted in the
Back of my head
It has worked its way
To the front
And has consumed
My very being.
The seed of
Corruption
Not a metaphor but
A weapon
Used to keep us chained
Without chains
Caged without
Cages
And our minds locked
Without locks.
There is no cure
And those that try
To find a way
To stop the spread
Of deadly corruption
Only die
In their futile efforts.
We cannot mourn
Unless allowed
We cannot cry
Unless commanded
We cannot express
A single emotion
That we once had the chance
To feel so freely.
We took
What we had
For granted
And now it’s gone
Irreplaceable
A whisper on the wind
Carried to a land
Far away from here
Where the strings of corruption do
Not reach
And the people
Live on
In happiness
And ignorance.
