from the within.........

Within this mind cries the unfed souls

of voices I hear but dare not tell

packed tightly 'n bound several ways

that none would dare to look inside

betwix the misery of memories 'n mind.

I hear them speak to me alone:

"how do you breath, when are you done?

must you cast your eyes on me?

Leave me be, let me feed alone,

torment and stain have no reward

for yours is the pleasure of pain alone"

For this is the vine of riddled tormenture

A journey that none want to taste.......