Portraits Of Suffering

Don't know, how to escape
From the ghost of the past.
Every night I wake up frightened
Frozen with fear.
Every dream becomes a nightmare
A torment cast in sin.

When I see my scars.
I remember their faces.
Guilt is eating my insides with this
Terrible staring fucking with my mind.
You don't know the sound of suffering
Or the stench of death.

Torn, a fraction of myself.
Burnt,with tension, painful memories.

Still haunted by the past
I shiver relentlessly
Shrouded by trembling
Under a cloak of remorse.
It seems like there's no exit
This can't get worse.

Torn, burnt.

I live hidden afraid.
I feel like I am trapped and can't escape
A wheel.
I am for a straight line I'll never reach.

Disturbance.
A constant black
Sinking deep into my soul.
Cutting through my heart.

Right now I feel like striping
That heavy cloak of guilt.
In the depths of self, one finds the strength to
Resist and overcome.
Bursting like a storm,
Down with the walls that confine.

I try to escape...
I have to believe...

From the ashes of my guts.
I arise bringing punishment upon you.