Voodoo Dolls
Slowly as they push the needles deeper within my eyes.
The slow pushing of pins within me only makes me humble.
Rusty nails find their way deep into my flesh and bone.
An air about this is like a chilled night breeze.
I've lost all my time to feel at ease.
Begging in the silence for this torment's end.
Severed at length, of limb and mind.
No feeling, no breathing, not the least of senses.
Locked within this rat's dampened cage.
All that was left of me has become my pain.
Life as we know may end in a spark,
all of our futures may soon lie in the past.
