Pin pricked, drawn blood, and bandaged wounds.
Picked open scars,
Which satisfies the hunger of past consumed.
The warmth of red, clots and hardens,
Her Great Wall.
Break it down,
Tear it open.
Feel the rush of rivers coursing veins
Ride her rapids,
Drown the empty river's bed and lay.
Lie...
She'll rest her weary mind,
Exciting fantasies not as real...
As her razor blades and knives.
Locked in a box,
Secret tragedies abide.
Veiled by denial,
A deeper cut a canyon split divides,
The world to unrecognizable proportions.
Alas just a distortion of her perception.
Wanting HELP!...
But for the fear of question,
Relinquishes back to her obsession.
To make sense easy this affliction.
Open wounds exit her bleeding heart corrected.
She is not shambles,
But ashamed of her own reflection.
