What's Hurting? Poem by B3k Baylon

I bled, so I thought I did… as I tried to wallow in contrition
Failed to hear the voices from within, lost the admonition
I died several times over when you told me countless lies…
Now I'm numb with apathy, turned odds counter-clockwise

Tried in vain to feel… but what's left is nothing short of real
Talk shows on mute, that's what you are. No big of a deal…
I'll be raising myself up high and look down on you in pity
Life doesn't end here, so keep your trickery in continuity

Oh Angel of Repose, wrap your wings around me… I've bled
Now there's no more tears flowing, heard laughter instead
Where I was found, there I was lost too… such bitter folly
Time's running out, I have to scram away from the unholy

Yes, run away from it all… stop the bleeding, stop the pain
To wallow in gloom and lie shattered in wait is never a gain
There will be memories… and scars for souvenirs of course
Play it back like a broken record until there'll be no remorse