Isolated Mind

Ive been wallowing in my sanctum
Ashamed of my existence
The shadows scream out to me
‘Outcast you’re God’s impure creation’

Ive been clawing away at my body
Desperately trying to escape
From a tomb that subjugates me
From the voices that control me

Darkness in me is overwhelming
But i’ve never been fond of the light
The knife, the blade in my hands glow
Wrists slit, the end of all my woes

Blood drapes the flesh that bound me
The world now a blurry sphere
A martyr, a savior divine
To my own laws have I merely adhered

Breathless, bleeding I embrace liberation
Freed from worldly pain, I stood alone
In the field of despair and sorrow
As the beautiful flowers turn to stone……….