Born in 1986 just a tiny seed,

Thought I was finally here, finally free.

I quickly learned by the time I turned three,

I was born dead, left to watch my life bleed.

Started out normal you know just a little abuse,

Thought I’d know love but I’m completely confused.

The light I had dimmed and broke in two,

From the pain, the hate, my brain, the shades now infused.

Fists would rain down like thunderstorms,

Drowning in the flood, the pressure is formed.

Trying to survive life as an undead stillborn,

It grows under my skin, like a sin transformed.

Blow by blow I slowly forget,

My happiness bleeds into shades of dread.

Minds messed up, my emotions turn to shreds,

Souls painted so black the Devil dares not tread.

Whispers of Hope get burned by the fire,

Not a flicker or spark only ashes of desire.

Looked to my mom for help, got bit by a viper,

Poison went to my heart, the kiss of death is a lifer.

Pressure is building, like an afterthought thinking,

Voices are winking as the light keeps shrinking.

Thought maybe my siblings could help? Who was I kidding,

They were the faces of lies that perpetuated the beatings.

I look outside of my eyes, I watch the world turn,

See the smoke rising in the sky, as everything starts to burn.

Nothing left to return, except flyblown ashes in an urn,

Life restarts, maggots born, walking around in poorly reflected worm sperm.

I sink within to create a cave,

Thought I was outsmarting my problems, I’d be finally saved.

Instead I became a slave, with my epitaph engraved,

Here lies the soul of the eternally enslaved.

A hope cut in two before it’s inception,

Hanging in the place of my internal crucifixion.

The pressure kept building from that which was hidden,

The voices that help with all I’ve ever written.

From the shadows of me they came lurking,

Smirking, causing one to bethink-unnerving.

Eating all my past while everything is burning,

Leaving only the suffering, with no chance of reversing.

A dark cloud hovers silencing all the screams,

Pregnant with the weight of unspoken fears and shattered dreams.

Giving birth to the hurt that rips through the seams,

Building, building behind the scenes, no one seems the hear my pleas.

Raining tears of torture, each drop a river uncontained,

Weighing me down, drowning me insane.

Just beneath the surface, exists unseen remains,

Of a life lost drifting in a sea of pressurized pain!

—ŤerryŞalmon—