A word engraved deep

A word engraved deep into my soul a nightmare born unto one other then me. Long has it been since words came from me… I again open Pandora’s box. This that starts my destruction. Simple words bringing all of my pain, all of the pain I feel from another. And as many times before I write this not for myself. A needle set deep. From the murky waters of the past the pain does creep. A joyous reckoning as one sets ahead for the pain of another. A sick and savage immaturity has grown. Tears born for chaos. Nerves set to a’splinter. Vile havoc’s tearing and shearing upon a sweet and innocent heart. A fool and frail figure from the past drowning and angel in pain for what one would call justice… sharing a graphic pain that the minister of torment foolishly believes to be real; when all is there is ego of a man. Every child of God hurts and has been hurt. Spread the pain… give it to all, turn the torment to the one you believe that has hurt you… “Many horrific things happen in life its how we deal with these things that make us whom and what we are.” Dare you live as a coward as the one born from the nursery of adolescent scorn? Blame a simple aspect of humanity to turn responsibly to another. This draft is as simple as I am; chaotic. Words pouring the manifestation of enigma. A secret identify I hide just as the true extent of these words. That angel has started to see me… and my identify. Fate has set a disarray upon my life… my closure has failed. I say anyone that can peer though all of the mysteries I place, through the clouds of fabricated illusions I create is set upon the same plane of pain that I was born from. Giving more… sick and vile is the one that delights in this reticulating torture of one that truly deserves it not. A candle’s flame dances… the darkness is stirred by a single flame. With this flame I did ignite a fire. With moist tears one would dare to smother that fire. The fire is nothing more then ones burning joy and happiness. Curse one that would dare to snare the happiness of another. It is what we all want rejoice the one can find it… take it from them and I shall be amused as fate repents. Again I say I am done. These words shall morph into their own form and a new life of etiquette and emotional pronunciation is born.