Vicious Swirls

Desires, oh how they coddle.

How they are deeply wired.

Giving consolation like liquid amber in a bottle,

How you itch to free the wires, to pluck and unplug and throw them into a fire.

They lick scraps longingly, begging for a quenching thirst,

Deflowering yourself of each petal to crumble in their dirt.

Oh how the hollowness greets you as an old friend,

Or more of a lover than the one whom you share a bed.

The darkness whithers like branches gnashing against the window of your soul,

Yet more the soul starts break, the mind begins to stretch as a gaping hole.

Gone is the wisdom once sprinkled like whispers that never forsaken your eyes,

Replaced is now a sinful silk to cover and blind you with lies.

Binded and branded you are as the leather etches into your skin,

Rigid and empty you feel so you question what really lies within.

What colors do illuminate as your brightness is covered?

What thirst is it that you now require?

Is it those who smother you in smoke, that wear a hooded cloak, that smothered and hovered?

Or is it those long lost tricks, that rest afloat the depths of your abyss, to gloat for all you have attired.

How long will you beg for forgivness in muffled sobs and tearful drips?

Will it be when the voices are fed with fibs and drunk off of ficticuous sips?

How long till the scratches of desperation fade from your aching presence?

Will it be when you stop choking on the very words in your throat, as you salivate the paper and pencil as your penance?

Have you not learned to face the quips your fragile mind uses for torture?

For the jokes spoken in scrambled truths leap from their matchbox to light as your scorcher.

How long till your swarming madness begings to win?

For you still face the mirror that placates the swirling darkness within.

Do you reek of the fiery chaos you sought amongst the crumbled world,

For chaos is enacted by ones bred to battle themselves in vicious swirls.

The burning flames being to crackle sounding like a cackle to be complimentary,

Their destruction swallows every fictional story hoped to be made legendary.

Oh, please, gift me guidance,

Show me the true path.

How you beg to end this vexing grievance,

How you seek protection from your own wrath.

Oh, keep me as yours,

For you seek it in lifes every damning door.

Oh please, hold me in treasured palms.

For just once, let my plead save us from our insatiable wrongs.