Christmas 2014

As this day comes to an end
Scrapes to lick and wounds to mend.
A war so silent, raging on-
Repeatedly from dusk till dawn

I do not know how long i can take,
This persistent torture till i break.
If i falter and i fall.
It might not take that long at all.

A fragile light encasing dark.
Every crack leaves its mark
Too many more and it might break
The person you know will be at steak

As day becomes night
A weakened one shutters in fright
Black eyes, open cold
Screams out what she wants told

"I want control
You degenerate soul
And nothing you do will stop me!
You will know my sorrow
And be forced to follow
I will show you i will be free!"

She pulls upon the mental strings
As pain itself her voice shall bring
Poems [made] of scars long for more
But itching deeper than before

The more one dies, the other thrives
And a soul once more begins to devide
The more she chants and screams
The weaker becomes the seams

Tearing, ripping, and falling apart
Increasing agony with each beat of the heart
Growing turmoil slowly seeming like home
The pain slowly comforts in the head all alone
Swirling tendrils of shadows near
As a weak one looks with no signs of fear
The cold slowly suffocateds a being so warm
The beautiful figure suddenly disformed

Choking and sputtering red from the lung
The transformation had already begun
This was merely the final step
Thus the weak one did not fret

Cold as the dead she lay on the ground
Blood covers the floor with no hope to be found
Red fades to black and stains the floor
Black eyes open as the being is reborn