BATTLETORN!

It’s malice in your eyes,
I trust in your dogmatic relief
Sipping your lies through a straw,
Shoving it in my face with disbelief.

To clench my fists in their iron control,
Temperamental tendencies towards suicide.
Preaching to the converted, already.
You poisoned us with your cyanide.

I push you away from my centre,
This all-dissolving abyss of a hole.
It draws into me my weakness, my desire,
And completes my shattered soul.

Stuck in a moment of panic and release.
Two bits of glass on the left street side,
Picking up the flashes of sunlight.
Makes nothing change, but the stars we ride.

I reach, but cannot grab.
I search but cannot find.
My addiction, relief, pain, hunger.
Society has turned me blind.

I bit into my lip too many times.
I hurt myself many turns before.
Lashing out at all I care about.
But they always bring me back for more.

It’s a war I fight with you,
Your beliefs, my hate,
They rage inside of me.
Death makes an easy escape…

Ok, I am halfway down a glass of vermouth and soda… so sue me for being strange! What do you people think? A split enough from reality for you? Or do I need another glass of something?