it’s a scream inside my head
the wail of a thoughts suicide
a release of invention
through an earthquake of emotion
the spears have been sharpened, painted with my blood
and dipped in the poison of my soul
i will dance with the reaper tonight
an explosion of remorse fills my senses
sending the shrapnel of guilt out in all directions
turned inward the collapse of emotion
creating a new event horizon of rejection
doubt touches me, a brush of panic
as i pierce the intangible madness in the performance of duty
my honor has been buried in the grave of silence
condemned to wander the ages trying to make you proud
