The Keepers Athenaeum

cleaved
is my mind.
wrenched
is my soul.
my fingers caress
eager to invite
the sweetness
of life,
as i know it. tormented
trembling, facing ceratin death
i take what seems my last breath
my mind turns away
my body has stayed
closed are my eyes.
magnetized,
brain burning inside.
triumphant i arise!
body radiant with life!
alive!
for now

today is my day.
“my day” i said.
“whoever gets in my way is dead”
and with that i started my day…

look into my eyes and you will see
ache and agony
the animal that is me.
ravaged, ruptured, no soul to turn to.
my rage is my warmth
my will
it opens my eyes for each new day of drear
and closes them in despair