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.