by Mystical Geisha
Created by
compulsion,
Obsessed by thoughts of doom;
No possible escape,
From a locked
and darkened tomb.
There exists no sense of comfort,
All security destroyed;
A soul
without direction,
A spirit left
devoid.
Guarded walls now
fallen,
The heart bleeds,
unprotected;
Drained of life's
incentives,
A wicked curse
perfected.
Frightened by the wrath,
As paranoia
settles in;
No weapons can defeat,
These enemies
within.
Now trapped and
defenseless,
From the demons
roaming free;
A relentless
viscious cycle
Has become my
destiny.
