• The Torture that is Dystonia

    Trapped here, in this agony
    every moment, is killing me
    my spine contorts inside
    hurling daggers into my side.
    No escape from this cruel hell
    my mind locked, within this shell
    No longer can I hide
    All of my body screams inside.

    Excruciating pain flows through me
    making it hard, for me to breathe.
    The spasms contort my upper limbs
    as my brains venemous tune, continues to sing
    compelling my body to act this way
    manipulating my neck, with its foul play.
    The warning ache fills me with fear
    As it takes away, all that i, hold dear
    All of my ability, is stripped from me fast
    As my cervical dystonia, tightens its grasp
    My neck, looking broken beyond repair
    Inside, my body feels bruised, from this big flair
    Still I continue to plod onwards, with nothing but hope
    for something to come and cut away, my dystonias ropes.

    Still, I am lay here, writhing
    Trapped here, in this agony
    every moment, is killing me
    my spine contorts inside
    hurling daggers into my side.
    No escape from this cruel hell
    my mind locked, within this shell
    No longer can I hide
    All of my body screams inside.