Tools Of Impairment

[junglemonkey]

Personally I'm not as keen on this as some of my more cheery stuff. I guess it was the mood I was in when I wrote it that makes me think like that. Still please comment



Tools of Impairment



I spent nights alone with shimmering silver

Only in my mind

Slicing at the mournful feeling you

Should never have to find



A smile spreads across my face

The silence burns my ears

Taking a swipe at another regret

Precluding everything I hear



And like the cut off tears I free

That piercing, scratching sound

Of a world falling unswervingly downwards

Another blood-drop hits the ground



Mingled in this swept down suppression

I restrain the need to scream

Self annihilation proves

To not be what it seemed



Heave the tools of impairment so far

As my life soaks through the carpet

I crave to give this compulsion up

Never recognize how to start it