Desperation cutting deep
into the veins of my soul,
fear's nails sink into my throat,
demanding pain.
When the tears I have cried
are no longer enough
to comfort my grieving heart,
I know that God is very near...
For the crown of thorns
rests atop my head,
and it's tearing through the heart of me
to my vulnerable core.
Flesh explodes into crimson oceans,
scarlet tears filling glasses to the brim.
Each step I take, another failure
teetering perilously-close to the end,
Though beneath rotting facades,
resilience dissolves to weakness,
but in my time of dying,
this hollow shell has never felt so alive.
Words stab through skin,
piercing soft underbellies
and your every utterance of hatred
a thousand razorblade kisses to my soul.
Love like blood laps the scarred shoreline,
sacred soul-destruction
in punctured lungs, inhaling sorrow's sighs
until their suffering becomes unto me.
And I'm left clawing at frayed edges of sanity,
frantically fighting myself for my final breath,
as my strength fades, each affliction infected
with your insensitive atrocities
Thus I bleed in vain, for in my darkest hour,
you have abandoned me.
Your knived tongue has cut me deeper
than any blade to ever pierce my skin.
Such ineffable encryptions,
scripted obscenities
carved into the wings of butterflies,
whose dreams can no longer fly.
Bronze trophy winner
Honorable winner
Adding your comment:
don't lose hope. I could also relate with your poem, I know it hurts but somehow we have to move on
It's a free-verse poem, so it isn't supposed to rhyme 
But I am glad that you enjoyed my humble scratchings... No pun intended.
