Something…scars to impress
That’s what it would be for me to show you how I bleed.
The pain hidden ‘neath the surface too deep,
It’s all too deep.
The craving to drive the pain
Up and out into the open
Push it through the skin
The skin I’m in won’t let it through,
Kept cool by past appeasements.
Rumbling comes from down below
‘Til boiling rolls it on.
The crazy must stop.
The paradox resides
All through the grid of food and love and crimes unpaid
For nowhere has one seen such scars
As those left bleeding in souls for love.