Mindless Torture

1. I am

Yesterday is not. Today is. Tomorrow may not.

Tossing and turning in tourture.

Replay, rethink, and rewrite,

Torment envelops the consciousness,

Rolling into angst the night lingers.

No mercy the past affords,

Less comfort the future loosely grips.

I am, for now, in this night,

No sleep will come without letting go.

Sun rises with restless patience,

Day commences with no relief.

Fear reigns with unearthly force,

Pushed back,

down into the depths, just for now,

waiting and watching for weakness.

2. I'm not

Empty and lifeless until it meets the victim;

Regret is mobilized once it infects the target.

Parasitic in nature,

It begins with one exposure.

Injects the darkness into the host.

Then relentlessly proceeds to destroy,

While whispering lies that burrow in deep.

Falseness gets blurry and bent,

Then becomes true.

Poison spreads choking all that seems right.

The lies become real and all but true,

Yet the prey is now dark.

Realization is long gone,

persuasions are pointless.

Precisely what it wants,

Disgrace and destroy till no more remains.

3. we are

Silence.

Silence is ear-splitting and it screams so loud without uttering a sound. The world is too busy for silence, and if we are ever so unlucky we may experience it. A roaring noise filling the void space kills all other sounds.

Uncomfortable.

Uncomfortable and tense is my body. Refusing to accept the quiet we scramble to fill our time, and can't feel calm without the crazy. Screaming silently with a smile so cheesy, we pretend and lie to get through the