Smeared Ink

My insecurities
They devour me

Slowly turning my body into ashes
Like the cigarettes i smoke
Am I destined to burn myself out
In a slow blaze of passion
That i know will kill me in the end.

Tearing at my frame
Crushing my ribs that are still
Locked and whole
But for how much longer?

My insecurities
They drown me
They hold me out to the crashing waves
Of sorrow
The master puppeteer
That pulls the strings of my life
And laughs as I tumble over the lines
Hooked deep within my burning flesh.

Bleeding black and writing in red
My blood like the spilled ink smeared over the pages of my diary
Is now smeared over me.