Breaking Point

There is none here, not a single thought that ebbs away from the malice that stains my heart  anger of fury dwelling within my mind cages beginning to break open locks and chains shattering to the ground and in this decaying web of confusion desperation and futility come calling in waves .


Artistic soul becomes a murder's goal the scenery changes but not the message that is left written in the blood of those who will come to past, of all the times we have lived we were merely allowing ourselves to die should a person of several end up missing the pieces will be placed on the board for everyone's eyes to judge that which they so uncommonly lack to understand.


The mask that is worn has be torn in half and tossed aside the torment of the silenced pain has come to the boiling point of surfacing once more , No more  shall wicked deed go unpunished no one has such an elusive immunity to hurt and the actions taken are  but a mere  unheard plea  as everything just fades and vanishes from me .


There is none to be found mercy and help this endless fighting has become an internal war ground for the breaking point has been splintering and cracking far and wide till all is shattered like mirror's shards.