The Very Poison That Let's Me Live

Lying in the liveliness of this dark,
Still and touched...
Only by the screaming from my stereo.
Letting it's words reach inside,
and eat away at my shabby heart.

Eyes closed all the while,
breathing in the pain
during it's massacre on my vital organs.

How can the very thing that saves me
leave so much destruction in it's path?

Waking in the blandness of the light,
slow and unsure.
Walking with internal bruises and bleeding,
a result of verbal poison.

Twelve damaging hours scrape by.

Lying in the liveliness of this dark,
Still and touched...
Only by the screaming from my stereo.
Letting it's words reach inside
and eat away at my shabby heart.