Soul

Dark twisted tortured soul,
bleeding from wounds,
some incidental
some self inflicted.
Battered and bruised
but still standing
with broken wings
and a crippled back.
I have crawled through
glass and walked
through fire to get
to where I am,
I have balanced
the razored edge
and at times been
sliced to pieces.
My addictions are few
but mean to do me harm
should I allow them.
they are brutal
in nature
and bludgeon my soul
bend and often fracture my spirit,
and attack my senses on a level
unknown by many.