I Want to Share My Poetry

My pulse is singing, with bloody strings, and blood stained orchestrated cells.
Reddened droplets fall from my eyes as chaos unfolds through a weeping mind.
Despair, chaos, anarchy.
The wind is dry, the sky is still, and my body is buried in a pool of blood.
Flooded from the wounds of war,
War that came from my own reign,
I desire nothing, I wish nothing.
I lack all sense of hope, all sense of love, all sense of friendship.
Loyalty is dead, as am I.
I live, yet I am drowned in death.
Death is everywhere I go, I can not escape it, I can not fight it.
It must torture my soul until I can no longer resist its grasp.
Air is irrelevant, there's no hope to rise, I'm on borrowed time, until it comes for me, finds me.
The Cries of the tortured souls are rising up against the earth, coming for what they've been longing for.
Life.
Trapped, attacked, plagued with darkness, everything shall remain lost.