Open up, let someone in
In they come
They make it a playground
Forgetting it's real
Like the fowl scratch the earth
So they scratch your soul
Some like lovely carases
Other like chain-saw
Holes are bore
Of different sizes and depth
Some heal up
Some don't
Some scars are forgotten
Some are eternal
So why open up
Keep it locked and sealed forever
And no more hurt
Just decay.
A poetic expression of the marks souls leave on each other, just give them an inch, and they will make a mining excavation out of a sincere experience. Love the words and analogies used.
