6 Extremes

A lost dark corner in a lost dark mind,

Holding lost dark secrets that for years I've spurned.

Do I really want these burdens to be mine?

Will I flinch away, or even see I'm being burned?

While others have their stories

Constant pain is my life's summary.

Times I thought "It'll end soon, surely"

Stain my already scarlet memories.

Into how many pieces can I be torn?

Will life ever need my consent?

What words now describe my eyes? Forlorn?

Black smog trapped without a vent?

I open those eyes to see my fingers

Opening my jagged history

Will I pull away or simply linger

On my flaming cold misery?