Manacles of Worship

Misery is your name,

Triple claws tickle my heart,

Pick a vein,

I already have a needle stuck in all of them,

My life is fed through doubt,

The needles are rusted,

The needles are rusted,

The red flakes pour through my mind,

Stale and meaningless,

I am far beyond the hurt now,

Petrified, I look beyond your eyes,

I see nothing,

The empty hollows stare back at me with conscious laze,

Wilt my heart,

Throw it in the fire,

Go right ahead,

It will not burn,

But, the pain,

It is there,

I’ll try not to feel it.