just shriveling up

falling away

losing myself

in this endless torrent

of cruel sharp hits,

against my spine

upon my heart

strangling my spirit

from the inside

throughout.

and my body

just shakes

the pain always there

unable to rest

cause my nightmares

are real;

and that wish that i had

that dream that was drawn

with colors borrowed

from another’s world,

has shriveled as well

with the rest of my heart

while the devils lies

come true