These Scars On My Hands Poem by Vision Ghost

Upon these bloodied knees, where the raw scabs peel
This unconventional tormenting, in directionless seal
Standing upon what is left, of my world’s appreciation
Seeking these shadows, of those who found selection

This broken shell, from where my darkest soul leaked
And so spilled upon the soils, of the burnt and charred
Permanence of this structure, of my unbecoming clarity
So now smoked in exhaustion, of fighting invisibility

The weights of my arms, are the tonnage of aspirations
Fallen, crumpled, like the perfect envisioned destination
Now into the ruins of unclear memories, of a lost cause
Grimace from that of brutal reminders, of constant flaws

So committed to the path, of a nightmare I can’t awake
The enduring snap of sanities, in turmoil before I break
So choked and suffocating, upon my crumbling demise
Many voices around me, in blindness of my enterprise

Within my mind it’s a different face, worn for the world
In the corner bruised, defeated and in a package furled
To kick me around, in such attempts for these reactions
Enduring every impact, as I feel my buckling indications

Would they hear me? If I cried in a sign of such weakness
Or is the world so cruel, and unforgiving in mindedness
An agonising pain is so constant, from the trauma of this
Ever lasting memento, the one thing for me so flawless

Conceived to forever hide away, in shadows of another
Unseen, unheard and partitioned away, so not to bother
With my entirety lost, within deep and forgotten pages
Uncover me, and for one day will see one in many rages

Lost in turmoil and never located, from conceptions gaze
For those of so many who mock, in a humourless daze
So confused by their own finding, of some specific air
One thing I hold close, is that I got here by being there