In a dark corner a bomb is dropped on me, It's spiteful spitting flames burning a hole in my screaming soul.

I call for desistance, but alas I'm at war. A brutal competition of endless fire, this is war, this is love.

A hall of bullets and broken mirrors,  even the lucky "escapees" are left with wounds.

Not that escape is possible we crawl over broken glass to a new torture chamber, a new burden and a new addiction...some escape.

I am never asked, but instead thrown to the wolves, conscripted to a battle for moral superiority... I cannot win this war.

At night the true battle begins.

carnal and abusive. A torture in guise of pleasure.

Tonight I am one with my enemy, empassioned in our dark embrace. Our screaming souls twisted in a sick helix.

The flames spit behind our violent eyes. Our fears and anger forced through our loins in a violent orgasm. Another little death for which I shall mourn.

No one ever wins, Everybody loses.

My mind is wounded, Bleeding.

My head is screaming, make it stop.

Please...

...Help me.