September 23rd 2012

Why does she look at us with eyes so cold, un-speaking, unresponsive to our tormented screams. We rip the flesh from our body, willing the attached pain to end, but it lingers, crouching in our mind like a favorite pet. A thousand clawed nails dig into our back, the hands of those we failed to save, they remind us and remain with us, their unspeakable torment make up our screams. We don't know where to go, for how can we escape from ourself. We understand the extent to which they mock us,their jeers push us forward, keep us moving, for we must keep moving or die in our despair. And this we dare not do. We have much to make up for, and they call us, they call us forward. There is nothing left, naked and alone I am, no strength, no light, no hope. More a mangled piece of meat then human. I have nothing left to give. Daddy help me, Daddy save me from my own created torment, from my expansive self-inflicted pain.