“Tortured”
Your words creep in and coalesce the crevices of my heart
making it one again.
Ensuring there is no vestige of dysphoria,
but your demented grey eyes lead a path to your mind
revealing the incubus that engulfs your soul.
I scour through your mind, heart and soul in order to find you.
A petite young girl,
alone,
weeping in the middle of an abysmal forest.
Awaiting for someone,
anyone to pull her out.
Short, dark, cropped hair she runs from me
uttering the words
“He’s going to get you.”
Your soul is a dark eerie place but I continue to seek after you.
Suddenly I too am imprisoned by the incubus that bridles you.
A tortured one you are,
a tortured one he reveals.
Allowing me to watch your most destructive,
tormenting moments as though they were scenes from a horror movie.
White bathroom tiles.
Red.
Blood.
You sit crying,
water streaming down your face,
your naked, pale body slowly becomes coloured in red.
the memories of past trauma bleeding out.
Crying out,
“I must forget,”
“I have to forget!”
I sit there.
watching these arduous moments
giving me an outlook on his reign.
Ripping apart your soul he causes nothing but pain.
Struggling.
Fighting.
The demons of your past have sent you back to the forest.
I watch…
Everything becomes distorted
Suddenly,
I see you no more…
You’re gone.
I’ve lost you.
To this day,
it reminds me.
It reminds me why I choose to feel your painful soul and memories,
spiritually.
Because it hurts.
It hurts knowing I might lose you,
Again.
“The tortured seek out their sadistic master in order to free themselves of their arduous past and those who choose to seek with them are too slaves of his reign until peace is brought upon their weeping souls.”