Cracked Memories
Wash the blood from my veins,
Rid these lies of my fingers
Shift my mind to places of brighter intuition
Feel my hips as they bleed words unspoken
Lips softer than any feeling I could have for the likes of you
Cut-throat and cut-paced,
Dead to the eyes of your admirers taste
Depressed in divots and corners we hide:
Divert your eyes from any feeling you may find
Because my blood has been emptied from my veins,
The emotions dead from my tone,
The feelings carved from my heart
In fear of those who came before you
After all this time hiding, I hoped you’d ignore them
The marks of palms pressed to my skull
A pressure unyielding and unbending to my mind’s eye
The feeling of a cloud of darkness shrouding my consciousness,
The last time I remember being free from the heavy handed abyss
