Crumbling Walls

Prolong the pain; numbing
Forlorn the chain; succumbing
Unknown of what I am becoming
The consequential forthcoming

Cutting through the valves of my torn heart’s chambers
Tasting blood, at the tip of my tongue, rusty love’s flavors

Feeding my demons; growing
Bleeding for eons; flowing
Unknown of who I end up owning
The circumstantial foreboding

Running away from my bruised and battered soul inside
Facing the loathsome, dingy corpse I can no longer hide

© Rosh Von Amber 2014