Scars

by Content   May 29, 2005


Tear me, make me bleed, make me weep.
Incessant tearing at the seams, blood seeping
Trickle down my limbs as I pray for release
Keep me safe, feel not, stitch me up, ignore
No longer here, imagination. Gone now.
Scars burning, searing, destroying.
No sound, no voice. Nothing.

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