Loss of Control.

Fingernails into the wound,
Silence slowly caving in.
A scream is borrowed from my tomb...
While lullabies drown in the sin.

My sanity barters with my mind...
To find which first will pass away.
Beckoning, calling Suffering's name...
Who knocks, then enters my door each day.

I feel my death-grip coming on,
The frigid and blackened consciousness.
Dizzy spells, and faint nightmares...
Burdened by their raspy caress.

They call in voices that console.
But bind me in lies, and torturous games.
I shout for them to go away...
Responded by my own echoes.

I wait, I weep, I shatter, I break.
Yearning for my strongest piece.
I tear the flesh, and rip, and swallow...
And feast upon my only peace.

I am at loss of all control.
My vision barren, my senses nulled.
Searching for my shallow soul...

Unable to gain what once was sold.