Shattered Glass Poem by Unic Cjonr

The volume in agony, designed by the hands of darkness.

Forms the ice around my heart, soul surrounded without a sound.

Caged by bone to be protected, by age, our end is selected.

What I lack in life is fear, do you water your eyes everyday with tears.
You stare across a field to watch the birds nest in a tree, I see a chair that cares.

You look at the branches, I noose my neck, to be roped, I have had my chances.

Lost in lust, locked inside my mind.

Next to time, I am doing all my crimes.
I walk the path, on top of shattered glass.

My prints are left behind on your field, blood stains are painted on the grass.
Sellected by a paper shield, scissor reflected and blade rusted rejected.

I will burn, I am the fire.

I will die, I am dead.

Feed my soul to the demons.

Stake my heart.

Bleed my veins.

What can never be taken.

Is my dark blackless pain.