Skyybird

A pain...deep inside.

A wound inflicted in a moment of hate.

Images, feelings, replay like old movies.

Frustrated words spinning inside your head

Circling like the vultures of an arrid and relentless dessert.

Voices pushing you forward into the abyss.

Twisted faces with evil eyes closing in

Tortured voices uttering the historic remnents of life.

They wont be quiet, words of poison, fired by passion, almost admirable in their tireless dedication.

The aching pain of neglect.

The longing loneliness of depravity.

Tattoos of the past on every surface, in every memory, fuelling the fire of this angry storm.

Building the heat, wanting more, craving release.

Searching for a place of brightness.

Hate eclipses the last shard of light and once more the teeth bare;

Venom drenched words carry on adrenal whisps

Weighted with cruel hardness.

Muscles fill with involuntary power

Animalistic instinct slips in bringing intimidation

Harder to hold, caged and growling

Consuming and addictive it fills the void with intense heat

So yearned for and welcomed with eagerness

Power is here, the threat is gone

The fire dies slowly,

hearts beat painfully hard

emptiness returns with immediate familiarity

diseased emotions begin their circle once more,

Who won?

Are we done?

What was the question?