Iconoclasm

Iconoclasm

I surrender

My fingers reach out trembling

I try so desperately to touch you

As the blood seeps from your eyes

Spilling on to these cold hands

The crimson stains far beyond my human embodiment

Outside unscathed

Inside torn completely 

More baggage I must carry the weight

Pummeling

I stab myself with questions over and over

Command me I surrender

I am yours

I no longer sleep

Kept awake for my selfish crimes

Living out this life sentence

Forced to view each and every frame of the picture

Eternally looped

Constantly rewound and played

Eternally looped

Cradled by the guilt

I lay twitching, convulsing

Still she watches enchanted by it

She drools at the pain she inflicts

You fade from my grasp

But I am still drawn forward

The flames flicker

I swallow to keep them down

It singes my tongue and blisters my throat

It tares at me

I give up

I surrender

Let someone else go through this Hell

I quit