do not close
the light needs
to enter and reflect
upon the tears
that shimmer on
the eyes that
grow darker with
each passing tick
energy passes from
your body leaving
its harsh markings
upon the blank canvas
that is you
flesh broken
it cries its tears
staining the cloth
that shelters it
from the exposure
years pass as
the wound
refuses to heal
grows bigger it does
each passing moment
sends pain rushing
to the place of contact
1 comment:
wow...
its funny, i have been thinking about self infliction lately. not for personal reasons, but it has just seemed to be a theme that kept coming up in my mind. its kinda weird you would write this.
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