Twisted.
Twisted inside
with livid things i hide
with insipid desires
and this tires my soul
and the only goal
I can achieve
with peace
is to die
why do i try
why continue this trial
why work on a renewal
of my spirit
when it is already gone
when i am done
what forgiveness is there
where can i turn now
i am dark and cold
and eaten with worms
and i must come to terms
with this
but there's this flicker
this little wicker
thought
in my head
that says no not yet am i dead
and this terrifies me
i dont' know if i am
here or there
gone or not
dead or alive
do i live, do i thrive
or do i just strive
for what is already unobtainable
to me
can you see?
I am twisted inside
like a tree in the moonlight
darkened umber against a vivid sky
longingly somber again and so i sigh
Just what am I?
~me.
Kahana _Oerristis Community Member 
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