What is this

rubble here?

Ask me see I

shed no tear.

***

Hide I’ll not

a heart’s rage.

I do it so to

remain sane.

***

I’m mortal I

feel pierce a

spear of fear,

red eye pain.

***

It is a whip a

lash to a face

that a heat it

my eyes trace.

***

I tried hide

my torment

so in deep a

pain is sent.

***

Better I use

words mine

to free pain

inside alive.

***

I’ll not run a

facade to rip

truth asunder;

I in truth sit.

***

The rubble is

my own ash.

Here I ready

take in a lash.

***

Red run deep

this strike ink

will save me

at life’s brink.

***

Addicted to a

vapor a sulfur;

when mad no

pain I suffer.