Bleeding into words to feel less of what you should

The circle of things and how we are tossed is inescapable despite our obvious roles

Closed doors and experimental accidents are foreplays leading towards the final act

How do I just walk away you questioned? Without a heart my dear.

So thank the past who have made destruction potent enough to cast a miserable state of a human to greet you.

My sleeves wipes your tears while I breathe my sorry's.

Don't make promises. Don't hold hostages.

You can't hold a heart from an empty chest.

I can't stay.

It’s lonesome through these glass doors.

You could scream all day and the obscurity does not fade.

Suicide is just a prerogative.

Why are you still here? Entangled flesh infused cryptic.

Haven’t you tried every detrimental activity within your accessibility?

You think you need aid but your conviction is unresolved.

Maybe you have been given the wrong prescription of reasoning so quit.

The taste of ash within the throat; cold bitter aftertaste.

Akin childhood memories; Haze of the forgotten.
As innocents we couldn't articulate the trauma that was imposed.

The revelation of scars never fades hides or resolve.

They run deep with uneven edges, penetrating every fortress, facade and flesh.

It gnaws mercilessly at the back of your head, like a bullet ingrained in your brains; No sympathy or empathy.

So how do you begin to heal when you have evaded?

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