𝑼𝒏𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏𝒇𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔

Keep on opening the scab

I keep on chasing the feeling of being stabbed

Opening the wound 

Until I can’t crawl out of

What could be

My own tomb

Will this be of my own doom?

Keep on burying down

Rage of the pain only fuels me deeper

I’ve never seen my blood turn brown

Because the anger, I’ve holded chained, is a keeper

Yet, everything outside of it

Glory, love, dreams, and delight

I keep on coming back inside, chasing the pain like a weeper

But I switch it around

And turn the wound into the reaper

All these disturbing thoughts

Inside they creep

Further burying deep

How much farther must I go?

Until a soul has been reaped?

How much farther must I go?

Until I’m satisfied with how much others, or myself

I’ve been desecrated

defeated…