The Pain Inside Me

My mind is consistently…

Mentally strapping explosives to pacifists, the lone emotional masochist,
The safe haven for catalyst, strategists, the hopeless and savagest,
Resides in the mental passages, of a ravenous sentinel, Banished,
To the caverns, never to surface, forever been worthless, Deserted,
Till the nerve circuits get severed on purpose, and every person,
In reach of the electrical currents, dispersing, lose their breath in the hurt when,
The meth isn’t working, whats happenin, the sleek glaze, of a blade, in my abdomen,
Is aching, in havoc, and, I cant take it, I’m shaking so fast, and then,
My face is in shambles, when, i notice its my hand on the handle….Damn.