Shackles and Chains

    Here and now the ocean waves, crash upon the shore,
Pouring out in pain
I sit upon the shore.

   The sand feeling hot.
For I'm looking into the depths of hell.
Look I cannot another second.

   To cut my flesh, as my blood flows red,
So much suffering upon my life,
Slowly I'm killing myself.

   Rake the long and shiny blade, upon my flesh,
Cutting deep into my core.
Push it deeper into my skin.

   So many vivid dreams of horror.
Far to much hidden upon the past.
Dark rage and anger fill my soul.

   Thing of the unknown.
All my hidden secrets.
No one knows.

   The cold wind blows.
Separating flesh from bone,
Rolling forward (barely), must press on,
   
   The grinding of my teeth.
The tapping of my fingers.
The picking of my nails.

   Bored by life..........
No reason to stop cutting.
Takes away all my pain.

   The pleasure in watching......
My blood flow red......
Hidden for those whom I adore.

  My life is in shackles.....
Bound by chains, that will not break.
Demons hanging from those chains.

   Filled with everything that could wrong.
Morbid Thoughts.....................
Upon my Brain...........

   Picking me apart.......
The rivers flow.......
Sometimes soothes the soul.

   Still all the chaos remains.
For I'm bound in chains.............
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