Spark

Where am I
where have I been?
travel the world
lost in sin,
I've lost who
I've been,
I hide in my skin,
cowering in the dark,
begging for the spark,
hearing with eyes
filled by clarity,
seeing with ears
troubled by sanity,
I never bled the knife
straight down to the bone,
a grinding separation
of skin and stone,
yet I burn inside
I yearn inside,
the anger hatred pain,
lost to me again,
the divine inspiration
of cauterization,
severing semblances
of sympathetic circumstances,
the will to bleed poetic
words and phrases,
to scrape my veins
to dredge my brains,
and shatter the chains
that slipped around my wrists
when I grew complacent,
as the creativity dried,
curled up and died,
was buried deep inside,
as to myself I lied,
I seek myself again,
travel the world
lost in sin,
where am I
where have I been?