Stripped right down to bone.
These hooks sink deeper.
This torture is now home.
How will you escape this creeper?
Take a knife and sever the strings.
Dig with ripped fingernails devoid of feelings.
State of mind in a faded place.
Darkness is all you can even taste.
With a mouth full of dirt and teeth on edge.
Nothing here is a fucking comfort!
Dancing with demons carved into stone.
Justification of madness rests in your chest.
God is no witness and you won’t confess.
Are you the victim or another monster in a dress?
Fighting for freedoms you don’t deserve.
Selling narcotics pretending you’re not at fault.
Get out of your fantasy nightmare state!
Never in danger.
It was all in your head.
Lie to every face to get some sympathy.
Old heresy wrapped in modern depravity.
What a waste of what could’ve been a happy life.
Simon A Jackson - Writer 