Moving through the pain

A pain that does not speak
But instead it acts
It acts with malice
Its intent is unknown but destructive

While it never seems to peak
It keeps its nails in my back, deep intact
Lost in the wonderland without Alice
The cards dealt have held my soul captive

The crazy cat speaks its mystery in the night
Will this be my ultimate destiny?
Is this where I will perish?
My thoughts loom throughout the graving dreadness

While the Queen dances away with all her might
How does she remain calm with such elegancy?
For how I long to riding in her carriage
I am nothing but a joker with madness

But a smile does not paint my face
It is the endless battle that has led me here
It is the countless late nights full of sorrow and agony
It is the wrecking of what was once a stable mind

Will these treacherous creatures ever be satisfied of their taste?
New lessons have been learned by the barrage of the dark pioneers
The tears that flow come with a subtle irony
The decking pain is needed to breed a new kind

There is a beauty to grasp in the dark realms
In the midst of the glass house shattering
There is a new voice heard from the screams
The light will not be contained forever

Self love is something that was found ever so seldom
Doubt of the heart will not be consistent with the mass ideas scattering
Realization that this life is not what it seems..
Will continue until the pain is ready to sever