Deeper Wounds


To you, one sense of touch is enough
To me, one sense of touch is eternal
A bliss of insecurity stirs me through infernal
Perfect chaos in abyss
Emotions allude through my mind
causing uncertainty and eternal turmoil
Clothed in Illusions and delusions
I dine with insanity and obscurity

Falling is one thing
Falling right is a whole different story 
I have walked on the surface
and to the depth of nothingness 
I have seen beyond the boundaries
and edges of unsharpened blades,
Fearful in nature but 
weaker when it strikes.

The soft touch of sharpened feathers
The blunt edges of rusted faith
The shiny armor of imperfection
The loosened belts of hope
The widened eyes of fear
And the sweet silent noise of freedom,
As I swift abruptly through hell
to defend my vanity

Blunt blades clash as ego is being defended
Silent noise screams as chains are tightened
Chaos in abyss, chaos in my mind 
Scream harder, fall faster
Look closer, dream deeper
Formidable death lurks in my heart
A spell of rest as I swift through my nightmare
Songs of melodies as I am lulled into nothingness 
Heavy eyes as I drift through 
sweet curses of mutual destruction
Worthless emotions trapped in my mind
Heavily guided with insanity as 
I sink through roses of enigma.
These wounds run deeper.

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