Bound by these rusty chains, all my memories have faded
In this isolated world, far from salvation
Condemned to the darkness, to the walls of this
Pitch black chamber, I am left with no one
But myself
In the company of no one
I learn to hate my one companion
Such loathing that I feel
For the man that sits within me
Face to face with a stranger
That I've been all my life
In the darkness, in the blackness
In the cold absence of light
Staring into the burning eyes
Of my adversary
Within these claustrophobic walls
My enemy is Me
Time has rotted into nothing
And eternity is bleak
When there is no hint of light
Illusions are all I can see
In my excruciating madness
Terror takes the form of me
In my sickness and my sadness
I chew my flesh until I bleed
In my self mutilation I find distraction
Find salvation
From the horrors I am chained to
Deep within my mind
Slowly I feel the sorrow leave me
As even darkness starts to fade
And as the blinding light increases
I see it all will be okay
But now it is too late for me
For life is flowing crimson red
Out of my gaping wounds
I trade liberty for death.

The first spring
There’s this barrier,
Either of contempt or pride.
Further exchange of words,
Watching you pantomime,
Reading your mind,
Engulfing the spaces we worked.
You were on the other side;
A simpleton with a great mind.
Barrier: Glass-like but steel.
The other side was me,
A vessel of conceit and pretense.
The distance made by the war
Of tugging and pulling drew me out.
It made sense:
I never got to you.
Instead, encased in fragility and adamancy,
I was caught in between.
Breathless and shamed,
A fool who believed.
Second spring came,
Still encased in dense air.
I remained satisfied,
You’ve crossed the other, other side.
Not to me or where I was,
But to the intensest place.
Watching you, I stopped struggling.
A leaden body replaced Houdini,
who never truly escaped.
I faced my death as the glass crossed and cut,
Tearing me whole.
Unshattered but assailed
with withering condemnation.
Regret, it may be it
To never dared knowing,
trying, and believing.
Self-abjection is all there is.
Deep anguish and boiled eyes,
Unused lungs and cased gasps,
Churned stomachs and a sliced mind;
A night of wilting and rue,
A kiss of damnation and a touch of breath,
Caresses of Judas’ darkest blue,
Impassioned foreplay to one’s lovely death,
Copulation in hell with Valentine,
It is bliss to know that such is a dream
Of life, of love, of hope, of memories in galleon’s dusts
The end to **** with the whimper of lust.

You made a pact, on the dotted line
Used a quill to cut your flesh
As blood did seep, the quill did drink
Signed your soul away,
Years you have to keep,
3650  Days,
300 Months,
10  Years,
To the day,
I will collect my purchase
Your soul,
For the wish that squandered away
Thinking you had forever,
But days soon turned too dust,
Months slowly become years,
Your time is twenty four hours
"Tick,"
"Tock,"
"Tick,"
"Tock,"
Then I roast your soul
Flay your skin,
Eternal damnation
But those that run, think they can hide,
No spell,
Can hide the scent of the blood on parchment
The hunt begins,
Beasts of hell, hounds on a hunt,
They ran from fire, to bring you in
Essence smelt,
Thinking your safe
Your biggest mistake,
Outside the door, howls heard,
So deafening their felt within the soul
Metal shreds like paper towels
Then what wasn't seen becomes whole
Screams not heard as
Flesh shredded, life runs out
Blood soaks the floor,
As life fades,
The master strokes its pet
Feeding it your leg,
Then the hell hound grabs  
Flesh,
Body,
Soul,
Takes its prize home
To that place called hell,
Your new eternal torment as it chews upon your soul..