Broken Glass

I’ll crawl on broken glass, just for one more chance.
But I’m all out of sand and stuck in this trap.
Fighting to keep my head above the surface.

Times are changing but never in a positive direction.
More I struggle the quicker I’m fading.
With lacerations all over my back.
Feel beaten like a rice sack.
Screaming with a voice on mute.
Each new catastrophe is something I can barely compute.

For war has become my one and only companion.
Not likely that I shall ever be a champion.
When resisting wears me down to smooth stone.
Leaves me cut off and alone.
Thrashing in my death throes.
Skin transformed so now it all does is cycle glows.

I’ll crawl on broken glass, just for one more chance.
But I’m all out of sand and stuck in this trap.
Fighting to keep my head above the surface.

State of being that continues to abuse.
Harder I try the faster I’m guaranteed to lose.
With a head full of stormy weather.
Flesh has been hardened to leather.
Yet still I’m being hollowed out.
Limitations to this suffering are in doubt.

Show me a sign.
Give me a break.
I’m owning my mistakes, so why are you crushing my life?
Is this retribution for something more?
Fuck you not allowing me to withdraw.
I gave you chances that you squandered.
Ask for the same and all I get is butchered.
One sided existence annihilating my brain.
My other side wishes to erase my name!

I’ll crawl on broken glass, just for one more chance.
But I’m all out of sand and stuck in this trap.
Fighting to keep my head above the surface.

Yet I’m the one who fashioned this madness.
Sick of my suffer.
Give me a blade.
I’m silencing your laughter.
Carving out your cancerous stave.
No longer willing to serve as my dark twins slave.