Evolving

This silence is killing me.

I cannot contain my voice any more.

Been told to speak up, only to be stopped before I even begin.

The carnal damage is ever evolving.

Shattered glass is becoming even more comfortable to walk upon.

Death’s toxic kiss is more savoury than the most exotic fruit known to man.

I don’t even notice thee knives in the depths of my back any more.

The strength I have built up over the years has finally begun to intimidate.

Broken barriers of the shattered shell that I used to be.

I have become unrecognizable by those who thought they knew me best.

My wounds have forgotten how to bleed.

The cold no longer shocks my system.

Twisting darkness into a beautiful light.

Scars don’t surface any more after the flooded pain.

Loving the beast demons have manifested in me.

Not afraid of the monster that no one admits to being.

Damage can never be repaired, yet it has thickened my skin.

Countless times I have been abandoned and have learned the most valuable lessons in those times.

Isolation has become my favourite companion.