Maybe I am who I say that I am,
or maybe I am not.
Maybe I'm a real person,
or maybe I'm just another randomly
disfigured after thought.

Might have lived and died already,
tried only to fail repeatedly.
Now on uncertain terms and trembling legs I stand unsteadily.
Tripped then fell and now resting wickedly.
All is seemingly spiraling darkly downwards,
I've always been unruly.

I am the relentless reaper of my very own soul.
He who steals a heart,
leaving only a cavernous hole.
I destroy me repeatedly and completely.
Self defeating, self inflicted, and continually bleeding.
Mistake riddled memories are demoralizing me.
Rip half healed scars wide open.
Scream a symphony of salty curses into me.
Feel the waves of annihilating love wash over me,
a sick and salty sorrow sea.

Maybe I am just another pawn.
Cruelly bullied and battered by a doomed and detrimental destiny.
Maybe just another reckless, redundant, lost, lesser soul.
I could heal me I suppose,
yet every attempt results in only destroying me further.
Where once there was a heart,
now resides only an empty and bottomless hole.

© Josh Selby