The Unseen

Deep within the labyrinth of my bones

there lives a sordid being,

he gazes from my eyes

and whispers twisted lies

to taint the things I’m seeing.

To cut him from my flesh

is an impossibility,

like holding back a flood

or cleansing one’s own blood,

he’s my reality.

A dance within my lungs

to the beat of my own heart,

I feel his icy grip

it crackles like a whip;

stings like a poison dart.

If I granted him his wish

I would surely be undone,

but only I can see

how he slowly tortures me

in battles yet un-won.