Who can handle
a soul like mine
weeping, fighting, tortured
dying

dreams of insanity
if they come true
run, run, gone
who can keep up

terminally ill
harboring an unknown disease
inexplicable

make it stop
beaten
beaten
broken now
fear of abandonment
never to leave
very being under siege

wanting to be hurt
for it always hurts
pain so long
this is what brings life
or rather what drains it

not empty yet
keep draining me, please
until my essence disappears
eyes empty
soul deadened
completely gone
forgotten
forget
thus ceasing to exist