My Ugly Soul

The dry spell of emotions  
Arid senses  
Pleading for moisture  
That might release  
Parched thoughts
 
Been a slow descent  
Brain scraped constantly  
Allowing more pain  
To fester inside  
What's a little insanity  
 
The leakage  
A small drip  
Normal thoughts fighting  
To jump broken wires  
Intermittent sparks  
 
Just a car wreck  
Never discovered  
Chasis warped  
But limping on  
Without repair  
 
Cut the mask  
Reveal my ugly  
Scarred soul
Broken down  
Heart  
 
Left to scramble  
For the scraps  
Of love  
That could never  
Sustain this dark hole