Hell’s Walls

It’s the tears that drip from my expressionless eye,
The mere thought – the eternal wish to die,
That chains me to hell’s walls with my bloodied blade,
And nothing to do but what the devil bade,
Rake it across, my little puppet, make it bleed,
Show me your savage want, your morbid need,
Tell me what you want as you hang by your thread,
I’ll be sure to dangle it, just above your head,
And the devil speaks these words to me above others all,
And I close my eyes and look away, chained to hell’s walls,
The dripping blood opens my eyes,
I’d never cut this deep, never tried to die,
But I understand the gesture all to clearly,
He’s mocking me – mimicking what I did nearly,
And when the devil laughs, the wall shakes,
And as it shakes, the chains brake,
And I’m pushing up against the glass wall,
Help me, please just don’t let me fall,
But on the other side, all is serene,
And I begin to wonder: is this a dream?
And the devil appears, again to cackle,
And to hell’s walls again I’m shackled,
Because I know now what I did not before,
This is not the devil I cannot ignore,
He is me, and I am he,
A sick and dramatic irony,
I’m chained to the walls of my own mind,
Unable to escape it and its confines,
So I’ll sit here forever and cry,
And pray to dear God, that I’ll just die…