Instrument of Hatred

Instrument of Hatred

As it glides so beautifully across my skin
Yet ferocious in its actions,
Trance-like my body is numb
Yet still I proceed.

As the machine self-destructs
No one ever asks why
Does anyone care why

The infamous lion releases it's bite
despair?
Is taking the key to the asylum,
To wait with baited breath as the madmen play visonaries
Don't take pity
I play russian roulette as I shed my tears
The mask became my skin
I hide the box of tricks so well
I don't know how to retrieve them.

I, the wicked witch turn myself to stone,
As the double-edged sword
carved away it's living patterns,
Now I only feel sadness
When the volcano erupts.