I stared at the sun for a maddening time.
Little did I know I would go blind!
Always believed it to be a tale.
Not a reality that would abhorrently prevail,
Without an ounce of remorse to fly.
What a way to whittle what remains of life.
I made my bed.
Now I must lie in it.
Damned myself.
Crushed my mind just like the rest.
No real difference,
Between me or the wretched.
I am just a puppet.
Strings pulled as I’m neglected.
Broke my bones in hopes of getting away.
All it did was amplify my anxiety.
This barred cell made of what I once loved.
Now I am but boxed in like a caged dove.
Spiralling out of my tiny shrinking mind.
All I process is what I’m fed in kind.
By ghouls and goblins.
Slash my veins free.
Drain this blood.
Ensure I am empty.
Rung out of this glue.
I beg you to burn.
Then take my urn.
Cast out all I never did earn.
Fractured sense wrapped in leaves.
Poison blinks of quite diseased.
Silence hanging in the air.
Buy now not later, these banners declare.
Ignoring damage done to all.
Forever bound to this butchers call.
Zero not hero.
Snapped from new.
Fed by demi gods who spew,
Vile obscenities sold to all young.
Who knows where I’m not coming from?
Riddle without enigmas shell.
Someone has cast a putrid spell.
Of seasons born to commit homicide.
Yellow bellied and harshly decried.
As stars sit upon these bones.
From now on we’ll continue to moan.
Simon A Jackson - Writer 