I have found a new torture hidden within my living hell.
I can’t seem to escape the pains of something I can’t control.
The life from which I can’t escape is that of my own, torn to pieces, broken and bruised.
A harden heart has become dead within incapable of caring for the body it lies within.
Destroyed by the ones that took advantage of the owners’ compassion.
I do not know if it is my subconscious or my brains, self defense mechanism that has turned me so cold.
I just want to be found by the light, to be allowed to heal by its warmth and love.
Here I’ll hang, by this emotional noose, on display for those to play with my structure plagued with decay.
TTW 041606
