Scripted Suffering: Within And Without

I'll always walk the path of thorns

My way will lead to cinders

For all the steps that I have borne

Their wake's my name in embers

Holding on the patterned throat

I'm drinking down the drowning words I wrote

These terms rename my altered blame

I'm a victim of my own design

"I'll break the hand that pains me"

My hands are in motion for spite

Reaching out from the wound

That the tongue will incite

Setting free the moments reprieve

To slip away at the present

The ache of time can't realign

For sake of this panic enlightened by misery

Behind the lines

Between the view

Lay the signs that fall through

From each mouth I crawl

To gain another fall

A common thread in place

To fray the form in grace

And sew the seem

My time is forced by my hand

To be within and without again

I can write myself into a better place

But how can I become without my own mistakes

Obscene in every form

I'll bite down upon the vein

That keeps my body warm

I breath deep the paper and ink

That rest my spine upon the brink

Of leaves that bid a paler lid

So a verse may shudder and shrink

A drop in tone from wailing drone

From thumb to sheet till flesh to bone

It seems as though these lines repeat

In shortened space that's willed alone

Why is this so familiar?

My time is forced by my hand

To be within and without again

I can write myself into a better place

But how can i become without my own space