Soul of the Well

The soul,

It’s seeping all over me,

I feel it black,

I feel it burn,

I feel the hurt,

Won’t someone help me?

I can see the bucket at the top,

But the rope is withheld,

To leave me to drown,

To scream without sound,

I’m trapped in my head.

My self of which I am so afraid,

I feel it eating at my skin,

The stomach sickens,

The thought of infiltration,

Underneath my muscles it starts to grow,

I shake uncontrollably till I scream,

The scream shatters the souls around me,

They do not weep,

But they will feel my pain,

Without sound they will wipe the blood from their ears,

They will walk on limping from the hurt,

They will ignore it…

I will ignore it…

It will ignore me…