Leaving footprints in my eyes,
She walks upon the rivers that flow.
Steadily disrupting the constant stream
Of fervent passion in my visage.
Weaving in and out of conscious reluctance,
I am drawn into the macabre fate of love; Lost,
Eternally in the passages of the heart I remain,
Just another tally mark engraved in flesh.
Therefore meaningless; For wounds shall heal
In the absence of prolonged torment. Yet ever so
Willing were those that inflicted, such reminders,
Eager to carve more tallies into their heart.
Over time her scars have crossed,
Her heart screams in the anguish of ignorance,
It beats only to live, for it has lost the will
To falsely justify the crimes of its host.
For she has been lead down the trail of mistrust
Leaving her bloodied footprints in every man's eye.
