He makes them come alive

he brings the rain

incepting the radiance of obsession

as the unrelenting storm spills fourth the pain

bottled up in a cage

perfected rage from which there is no escape

they will never leave him

not like the rest

they beheaded him, him with the sins

the traumatic switches for them was too much

so he breached the line

with the ones that never saw his half turned smile

his back an open wound of their betrayal

they laughed at him

but he didn’t seem to ever get the joke

his mind now wonders harder into thick hands

grabbing him, pulling to somewhere else

where he keeps his smirks no longer to himself

a place unseen by the moulded eyes

that reek through closed doors of judgement

affection is only beneath gritted teeth of fantasy

where the bats cast a single bruising shadow upon the wall

and the chains that rattle upstairs

are his seething burdens like severed limbs

dragging by nothing more than instinct to survive

his alters play within the boundaries

they cannot take a leave of absence

they are curling at the edges from the strain

perplexed by the texture of the slayer

the reality frequency tuned to auto reject

the outside abandonment of fate

under the breath of the sun

ripping its way through outcast blinds

distorting the breeze of trees

into quivering alien heads

it doesn’t matter here in the silence

when everyone has left him to his devices

the scars of raked up flesh

from captivity of the raw voices hidden inside

his mental coping mechanism

manifested in separated lies

ties to no integration, he has chosen this way

breaking out from underneath the human curse

no empty space within his head

only his own echoing personal doom

destroying him, only to keep him alive