Time falls into my heart
Where I wait so despertly
And watch myself fall apart
Pieces tare off slowly
Red cuts cover my shame
While the blood remains my sanctuary
Of love that caused the pain
These slashes are what made me
My tears burn into my skin
It seeps through and then to see
What a state it placed me in
These scars are what I drew
A single scratch is born a new
And soon becomes an open wrist
Yet my heart it does patch
As the smell creates the mist
Then to reap what I sew
Which hands me the time
To finally, let go.
