Monotonous Tree

My body is cold

Not even the smallest snowflake will melt.

Walking barefoot through the

icy covered streets

I begin to bleed.

My skin nervous system malfunctions.

My eyes begin to shed tears.

The feeling of loneliness is an opened wound.

No matter how much you walk on ice,

No matter how many times you hit yourself.

You'll be the sun that shines on a glaciar planet.

No matter how hard you try to heat up its lands.

There'll always be nightime to freeze everything up again.

The intencity, the warmth,

Still makes my body bleed.

Passing by a monotonous tree,

I look at its mirror.

I see a shattered soul folded in chains.

Will I be able to walk? Even though I can't

See the chains clawing me to the floor?

As I step away from the tree my left foot breaks.

The puddle of blood surrounding me

makes the snow turn to acid.

I'm burning now.

Kneeling and screaming I am.

My nervous system begins to work again.

I start to feel the striking pain

from my broke foot.

The pain from my bleeding hands.

The weight of these chains on my body.

I'm trapped in a world with no emotions.

The acid is burning my skin.

My troat is gulping your venom

with out regret.

Your venom is sweet and warm.

Even though it's killing me inside,

Even though I'm screaming out of pain,

My body enjoys this mutilation

better than not feeling anything

At all...

(Written 1/26/2011)