'suppressed life'

living in silence, waiting to scream,
let it all out, in one bloody stream.
living, suppressed, with bloody rage,
waiting to break from your fucking cage.
a cage of rejection, of scorn and of hate,
a cage that you're always glad to create.
I have worshiped, begged and pleaded,
for leftovers of the love that I've needed.
throes of rejection, I know that too well,
writhing and buring in my private hell.
my one true savior, my one saving grace,
the one true thing to take me from this place,
is ripped, torn and bloody, from my cluching grip,
life's will, ever precious, from my body does drip.

charon.fidelis lit punk