~ Misanthropic Flagellation ~

Black, Blue, and Blood,

Discordia reigns,

Forcing submission, acceptance,

Of all of the intangible, abstract, nebulous

Heart-ache I rail against.

Removing any choices,

Taking away freedom

And imprisoning me

Within self-imposed isolation.

This heart has been raped

By another's thoughtless ego.


The passion refuses to submit, accept.

It shifts forms, morphs - sometimes obsession,

Sometimes veiling itself as apathy.

Denial.

Repression.

Regression.

Aggression.

None resemble a workable solution.


Constant inner turmoil grinds,

Wears away, erodes the ability

To even care, anymore.

Numbness,

Leads to

Dumbness,

Leads to

Desperation to simply escape.


No one human being

Is worth this depth of

Emotion.

And Time proposes

Snake-oil remedies

For a wound still raw,

Which aches to be just another scar.


~ C.L.R. ~ © 2007