judas
sullen souled
sorry faced
lonely heart
faceless art
sense of senseless
self-sacrifice
loved but not loved
held yet not held
left in quiet hell
devious, torturer mind
silent assassin
kills with complacency
the quill is my defense
my weapon
to stave off madness
fend off isolation
fight the fear
of being
thoughts beyond words
suddenly find expression
condensed
compressed
put to liquid form
forced through
tiny aperture
taking shape from
mangled mess of
chaotic consciousness
with a life so full
how can it be […]
