untitled (2/6/96)


What steps do I take to release the torment that has engulfed my life these last few years?
As if a secret well exists to cleanse the evil
I have no fear left
The cup of fright has runneth over
Be there a chance,a small chance,my wicked beaten heart would empty
a small trickle at first,to make room for normality
a shot at being kind again
I grieve for the loss of my senses,as they left my mind one by one
in devastating circumstances
As time grates on me,I feel as old as cobblestone on a london street
As this burning hell engulfs me,made worse as the sun drops into the ocean
As the voices scream in my head
hitting each nerve with an echo of infernal insanity
I find my darkness and embrace it yet again.



susan king