Intertwined thoughts with yours

Stitched up wounds are open once again

Appreciation of my silence

Will be held no more

So close to your desires

But I will not encourage my blood

To be spilled for indignity

And I would cry

But it would kill all that I know

Still utter deceit enters my flesh

And I contemplate the end

As I grasp for breath

Bearing bloody memories while

Kneeling down letting my insides pour out

And my enraged memories won?t let me open

These wounds anymore