Thursday, 20 January 2011

My Torment

If you knew my story
Of the things I have to tell
Then your soul would hurt
And suffer the untold torture
To feel the suffering deep inside

Everyday becomes one of the same
Like a crack'd mirror showing scars
A reflection that I can never bear
That is a witness, nay it is a warning
Of the man I once was so long ago

I have been stripped down to raw bones
Bleeding inside, a gaping hole is left
From whence my heart used to beat
Alas, I fear it leaves me feeling so cold
Even though I still feel the fires of Hell


copyright Chris Smith (under the alias Phantom)

1 comment:

  1. I can sense a pain in many of your verses. They are so wonderful and touching! Keep up the great writing.