dark penchant

 
I don't feel good today, I feel bad
I hurt within for the words I use
and how I say them

into the void they go
attaching themselves to who?
I don't know

insidious voice with a penchant for pain
knicking this one and that
my conscience pricked feels sorrow
I wish to call back my words
but once loosed have a life of their own

coiling around my throat
I spoke them into being
now they are choking the life from me
darkness smiles it is vastly cunning
was it me who really birthed them into being?

I wonder at the nature of things
why I carry so much guilt?
who said blue was blue?

my natrual state corrupt of feeling
by whose standards do I judge?
and by what right absolved of it all?