Unrelenting

A year or so later
I thought the that pain would have died.
Still it sears,just as strong
memory of the life i left behind.

The shackles not be broken,
blistering wounds unhealed.
patiently waiting, for the life to fall
only acheiving tears of confusion.

Let me die i demand,
find the peace i crave.
what you call yours is not your own,
the balance has not been formed.

The torment nessisary,
the means to an end.
The queens pleasure demands it,
mercy wanted is not here.

The light in my eyes is fading,
just the comfort of darkness.
The calm before the storm,
the silence before the explosion.

Self destruction not an option,
the fear sees to that.
Boredom makes a life long freindship,
the only comfort of the exiled.