WHAT I AM.....

Many cells of compressed hell,
Darkness and torment in a shell.
Shattered glass pumps through my viens,
I feel the pain, agian and agian.
With every beat,
of my heart,
It grows more calloused,
It gets more scarred.

Pleasure and happiness,
Has left my brain.
Along with Love and compassion,
All erased by the pain.
Numb to reason,
or rational thought,
A mere processor,
Which no longer can be taught.

My hands are now claws,
Rusty and razor sharp.
Not capable of caressing,
Only tearing apart.
Destruction I am,
Or am I destroyed?
A soldier of life's woes,
Soon to be deployed.........

I bleed not red blood,
Only misery and pain.
I am immortal....
A big permanent stain......
Im ready for battle,
To take one last stand....
Against my tormentors,
I AM WHAT I AM........

JB2008

nice write

precise, explosive and tremendously pained. I love the way you expressed your readiness to life and the fact that it is a battle for the soul.

Powerful stuff!