destruction

The skin breaks,
The blood begins to stream,
I'm wishing, hoping, praying,
This time will wash you out of my mind.
But it doesn'tmy eyes full of tears. full of defeat.
Why do you have to be this way?
Taking every moment of my pathetic life in your hands.
The razor drops to the floor, covered with blood. My blood.
I can now feel the burn from the cut on my wrist, but
A much more potent burning within my very soul because of you.
You say everything will be fine, but it's not.
You say everything will be like it was, but it can't be.
Why can't you see the pain and torment in my eyes every time you look in them?
Now I sit alone in my room,
Crying, depressed,
Wondering, maybe, if the cut was deeper I could get you out of my mind forever.
I hate you. I hate what you have done to me.
You have changed me for the rest of my life.
How can I tell you? How can I make you understand?
My soul is now just a deep cavern where I hide my sorrow from the world.
I look down and see the razor, mocking me
Should I cut again? Will it help my pain?
What will I gain? What can I lose?
I now hold the blood-covered razor to my pure ivory skin,
With one last deep breathe...


Human Destruction

Where distant screams haunt the nights,
And streets are filled with empty homes.
Where starving dogs are left to fight
Over lost men's meat and children's bones.

Where a woman's plea comes to an end,
As a sharp gunshot cuts through the air.
It becomes a normal act just to pretend-
To convince oneself there's nothing to hear.

When the world grows silent
And the candle melts the last wax folds.
And we're I'm left in cold confinement
Left only to tear at my bloodstained clothes.

When the hope burns out
And the last cinder dies.
The world's left with only doubts
Where all you hear are endless lies.

When the air is filled with the stench of death
And the dark blood stains the roads.
And the only choice that now is left:
Is a choice of which no one knows.

When the smoke of burning men fills the air:
A smoke that no wind can fend.
When you take a breath and you declare:
This is when it really ends.

Stefanie Zammit