Testo Where Nerves Were

siege of abuse. it never works. it always hurts,
it's always wrested. winged syllables in formation,
grounded by the weight of your words. no respite, or
reset. can't unend or begin. no sleep. no stillness.
where nerves were, now nothing.
found a path that gets to you.
crossed a voice with no direction.
I've lost the tools