Burn to the ground: Beast Incarnate

Blood of the dead,
in my veins,
memories buried,
rot and decay.

Hunting,
the vulnerable vault,
the wolves of past,
tear my walls.

Comatose dawns,
I dive into the void,
hit by the loneliness,
I feel paranoid.

Running from the shadows,
hiding in the dark,
a hand pierces the chest,
takes out my heart.

The Satan,
crushes my core,
is infused within,
my skin and bones.

Killing myself,
over and over again,
every part of me,
cries of black and pain.

The volcano inside,
burns my name,
waiting to erupt,
to set the world ablaze.

Breaking apart,
words waiting to roar,
I’ll burn to ashes,
till this life’s no more.

Hurt within,
I’ll make you cry out loud,
screaming till my last breath,
till everything burns to the ground.

Image by Gerd Altmann (user:geralt) from Pixabay

Synopsis: A short poem about the darkness inside, depression, and misery. It highlights the frustration and helplessness living such a life.