My Hell Poem by Vision Ghost

My Hell



What do I have to say or do, to make this world, understand
That I am beaten within, by the unforeseen and unrelenting hand
Torture inside me, exploding, to the surface so like the demon
A prisoner of my circumstances, screaming for my freedom

Beasts and the beast that is, the face that humanity, will recognise
It’s not me underneath this shadow, the actions, that to which I despise
Drumming forever, tapping my pain, till the bruises erupt to haemorrhage
Suffocate under this unwarranted alliance, that the effect is only damage

No one can see this within me, for myself is only seen, in this surface
Attacked whence everywhere I go, from this place and unto the next place
Hopeless and I am lost, forever unrecognised by social display, of myself
The snapping of my mind, and the deliverance, of the creature itself

I am pinned to this conscious and raped, by the events of my non control
Seen for me externally, my actions commit me, to the vision of the blackest soul
Storm above my head and the clouds pour rain upon, my enduring furnace
I don’t understand my mind any longer, as it’s the hate that inspires my face

Hurting, hurting, that’s all I seem to do, hurting of others that I once loved
I still do and always will, want to love another, for I despise this thing unloved
Ranting and my chaos in voice, in message, cannot seem to find the communication
That the words I speak, are the gagged distortion, of spasm and convulsion

How cruel now that this is, for mine own salvation is sought, in others I’ve injured
No reprieve for me now, as days seem to prolong to a healing, never to be conjured
If strength is to return to me, a map is needed for this road, its straight and I am lost
No turning just forwards, onwards of continuation, though warm I touch daylight frost

Conclude my life as another is deemed, who I am I don’t know anymore this frame
Built upon confusion, yet my sight is beginning to yield, so tired now I am tame
Away from the aggressor the deliverer of pain, small, unclosing, insignificant
Is this my eternity, I am unanswered for my rebirth is uncertain and infrequent

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Vision Ghost

Vision Ghost

Epsom, East Surrey
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