Wounds

My wounds, they're real. They feel. They kill. They are living, and they never heal.

Wounds so deep
Wounds so painful
Wounds that don't even bleed.
Wounds so fresh
Wounds so evil
Wounds that come from within.
My wounds are screaming,
Tearing my soul
Eating my flesh with their teeth.
They torture my sanity
Flaying my skin,
Their fury tempered with steel.
These wounds, they hunt me
Smelling my fear
Tasting the dread in my mind.
These wounds, never healing,
Laughing, jeering,
Savoring the pain in my eyes.
These wounds, eternal,
Lords of distress,
Living off the sound of my cries.
These wounds, rejoicing,
Drinking their wines
While I drink from the glass of demise...