I.S.S.W Poem by david robicheaux

This place is hurting me
Dragging me into mental destruction
Betraying me with promises of salvation and glory
Denying me my freedom
And basking in my pain
Turning me into something horrific
Mutating my sanity
Slaying my morals
Placing me in a position of
Inevitable suicidal spiritual weakness
The I.S.S.W
My void of ignorance
Where I can remain helplessly bliss
Drowning in my own despair
Reaching out for that last dropp of innocence
Where my soul leaves this body
And lives my reality
What you see is a zombie
Flesh hungry, emotionally thirsty
A temptation that’s never curved
Wishing I never was
Never will
The light seems to leave me open to attacks
I rather remain dark and unnoticed
Alone in the darks seems to be the best choice
Alone without bother