Free Flow
Precise Uncertainty
Still Motion
Can you feel it?
It rips through your worn-torn heart
Like sandpaper on your skin
Pain, soaked in blook
Unimaginable
An art of sorts
Contorted
Distorted
Can you feel it?
Hot water racing through your veins
A pounding in your ears
So loud you wish you were deaf
Maybe even dead
Displaced
Erased
Can you feel it?
Deathly cold to the touch
Splitting you open at the seams
Laughing
Haunting your every thought
Free Flow
Black and blue skies
Your eyes are stripped from their place
Leaving you helpless
And unforgiven
