prolonging the torture

prolonging the torture

there must be a void in me
to be so skilled at finding
things that mend
i must be delusional
so unaware
even of my own pretend

W.E.

It’s either I am programmed to pain
or there’s yet poetry to be written
either way
there is sadism at play
self destruction is having it’s way
and the fibre of me
sits idly
with nothing to say.

let it go
let it carve
I wont answer
I’ll let you starve

And when you fester the courage to take me on
I’ll cut you down and show you where you belong

There’s no room for your whims of tranquil being
when you’re eating yourself away
all you can do is note take
make poetry your crust
and share your story

W.E.
Art by David Uzochukwu