it is sorrow

breathing sending shivers down my bone
lurking,stalking me where ever i go
whispering my name,but no one is there

there is eyes watching me
claws scratch my skin
how has it, made my heart
its dwelling place
i become it each and everyday
i am deeply freightend
but i welcome it,
i hate it but it advices me
it leads me through destiny
inexchange upone my soul it feasts
it grows greater with every decison made
braking my ribs from with in

it calls to me, by a soundless cut
it wants me, by the sight of a rope
it yearns for me, when i juggle bulleits
it urges me, with every fibre of my being
                                 to let it free
                                      to let it out
                             for this dagger its key
                                my stomiach its cell.