These words,
They spring from my mouth,
From my heart and soul;
Unheeded, unbidding,
Relentlessly rushing forward.
An outpouring of words, thoughts, emotions,
Jumbled and crazy,
The message unintelligible
And yet so clear.
These words are etched onto the page,
Onto my skin,
Across my heart.
They flash as crimson fire
In front of my eyes,
Blinding me, deceiving me.
These words, they write themselves,
Scrawled in anguish across the pages,
A never-ending line of pain
To scar my skin,
To scar my heart,
To scar my soul.
These words are so destructive,
But yet without them I am nothing,
A blank page just waiting to be touched...
