Becoming Human Poem by Strydar Enox

Rain, pain, insane, just plain.
Been maimed, not tame, Emotions to blame.
More rage, I can't gauge. Not even with a sharp blade
No words Persuade, No emotions fade; Nor masochistic Sade.
A hurt brain forever the same.

The Bane of rage It can't be caged.
That is my fame, I am to blame, I won't contain.
Emotions so pure its far from plain.
I wish I could sing, But my head does still ring.
So what it pertains, of what? It just screams.

The devil within, Sleepless again.
Insomniatic perspective again will win.
Wish i could cut my face to always grin.
Feel my blood down my chin, The laughter and sin.
Is this what its like to feel human again?

Can I pin on a grin, Laugh while I sin,
Start another cycle I know I can't win?
Emotions embalm, as my mind starts to calm
Sociopathic desires still call for my fall.
It's far from a ball.

I Fear my fall, I fear my soul,
I fear my heart, I fear losing it in my fall; Albeit all,
At least paper will bleed, heed, and Defeat;
My fall.