Please

Dancing among broken graves

The shattering silence gives way

To horrors far beyond

A mirror from which I'll be shorn

With skin coarse and tight

A wicked heart beating in fright

With eyes peering from the outside

The question begs with great desperation

Who am I? Why am I?

Crushed by the twisted mind

Molding a vessel with a gaze unwavering

I prepare myself for the grave

Yet hold on out of fear

Self preservation well taught

Though the ropes remain taut

I shudder at the thought of it all

It never left, always waiting

An embrace and gentle caress

Pulling me under once more

Identity losing sight of all I must be

Yet must I be the fool?

Dreadful hands grab hold as I smile

Though hollow and wretched it becomes

My eyes crazed and bloody

A vision that grows muddy

Truth brings great pain yet is all I seek

Hiding within the guise of the meek

Lurking deep within yet boiling close to the surface

Is the rage and anguish worth it?