Intrusive

Mind of silence
A wish that can only
Be granted by death
When your wires are
Twisted and misfire
Thoughts that resemble
Vampire finches
Stabbing every happy
Notion or emotion alive
Compulsively sucking
The blood from your
Heart dry as you fight
Pray, and cry
For relief from the illness,
The brokenness that
Howls like a raging storm
Steals sweet dreams
And creates monsters
Out of the things you love.