Poetry... My Gallery

Men are the devils of the earth, and the animals are it's tormented souls........Arthur Selopenhauer. Tormented. Skin as pale as death eyes bloodshot as hell those are the features that make up my damaged soul a life full of grief Everyone has their demons to slay my demons fought me they slew and prevailed over me Freak, witch, unwanted, evil are some of my many names that I have come to accept head slamming against concrete walls red liquid drips down the sides of my face like art on canvas the pungent smell of blood is as perfume to my nose black dots draws me in i give in to the darkness drawing me in The darkness fills me it becomes one with my soul I feel alive but I know deep down that I am long dead My body forever holds the colours blue and black I am a broken vessel a long forgotten the abuse swallowed me whole now I see my body clad In white inside my coffin___brown I see my abusers crying. I was once born by my tormentors I was once abused by those who bore me now I have died by their hands they gave me life and they snatched it from me I was never loved I read books about transition but I don't see the light___it spoke about so now I will live the rest of eternity tormenting my tormentors. ©Ruth Robert17.