The Valley of the Shadow of Death

Thu, 07/23/2015 - 12:33 -- Dean_P

Slash at my arms, my legs, my throat

What God is there to pray to 

that creates such emotions as this.

I pray.


To not feel, I search for a void to

I search for a void

I search for

I search



My flesh sits tightly bound across the tumultous.

What stoic exterior can possibly contain the scorching screams

of a soul as it crisps and flakes in the flames.


I cannot find a drug to sedate,

And I will suffocate inhaling the smoke of my own burning body.

The futile tears that fall down my face

are only my ice exoskeleton melting.

This poem is about: 
My family


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