The Aching Cure

The cure feels like cuts
As the blood runs loud
But now it all feels like jeers
With echoes of all my vices
Envelope into a prison
Of what once was my escape
Where now a soul's hard to embrace
All these faces greeting cut across
Like vicious snares.

What's driving your wheel?
I'm a passenger along a vessel
Of perversely mysterious needs
Hard to teach calmness against my will
When I'm slumped, and the light greets
In blistering dazing blurs
And the night's another journey, baying for my blood
What's enough?
Not this love, not this mirror
An unkind giver.

Seeds sown in greed,
These fields only have weeds to yield
With frantically travelling sight
But unconscious to where your heart roves
Too far from home, too far to wake
Breaths too thin to savor
Colored, courses of empty smoke
This hell that you tailor
Skin's crushing your ribs
The suit won't abide
As it eats your frame
How long along this ugly game
How long along?

It was once all so freeing....