too dead

inside there is a feeling
if there was a way to explain it then i would
it comes and goes in a swift movement
it feels like you are being ripped apart,
piece by piece you are being torn
as the blood flows it gains strength and rips more and more
until then there is a time when something stopps the ripping and tearing
when there is a time it is always too short
then your only reason for living is ripped away and is aiding in the tearing
they help shred you until you are no more
they do this until you can breath or move.
they kill you until your too dead to bring back to life,
past the point of no return.
keeping on a track that you cannot watch from the sidelines in a room were you are held a prisoner by your own mind that keeps whipping you with your own flesh.
you self inflict these wounds.
keeping along with what you need.
you blood rushes as you fall through another hole and your cry as you claw your way out
the salty tears streaking your face rushing in angry rivers as they escape the cave.