now see me bleed.
Her razor pain weep
serrates my smothered sleep
with the reek of cauldrons deep.
Excise spun sight of doomed demise
suckled on screams of demonised light -
yet, in my walled mind I remain confined
to daytime terrors that should not be mine.
Return the nerves that weakly beseech
the strip of tease, those lies beneath.
Sheep bites begin, teeth on teeth
scissoring my dreaming
until, day and night
First, I like the way your poem formed into a diamond shape..I literally count every syllables.lol..secondly the depth of the content, is like a fine silk weaved by professional hand or should I say, Astonishing...