Torment

Torment

Binding, binding, snares of words

Searing, searing, bites of hurt

Words like arrows, pierce and cut

The torment, unending, its barbs jut

Into my flesh and pierce the heart

And eat away the vital particular

Burning, cutting spikes of flame

The words go round and round the same

From torment do I now seek flight

And wish they speak no more this night

My heart grows cold, the north wind blows

The anger, the hate it ever grows

I see no point in words of peace

For I know my torment, shall ne'er cease

But to my hurt they are as blind

For all is hidden within the mind

My anger boils and overflows

I only wish that now it froze

A mask of apathy let me don

All feelings of pain, I wish them gone

But torment, ah torment doth ne'er cease

Its from may change, but no release

From pain shall ever touch they heart

Just pray and hope it ne'er will start.