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Bleed...
theres a seed growing
rooting itself
in the chambers of her heart
strengthening and gripping the
precious life inside her
she wont show it on the
surface of her conciousness
she wont show it to mirage
her side of virtue and
righteousness
i cant hold on
to the comfort of my reasons
to let it grow and
worse to water it
just to freshen the leaves
that it seasoned
am i afraid
or am i just truly in deep
whichever it is
im still wondering why
i havent let her
trample the growing seed
of what goodness is all about
that same goodness
that has transformed
into a ghost that will ever
haunt me (and when will it end)
ill let it grow then
like some disease
like some sort of an enigma
of lines from a song of nature
ever flowing ever changing
ill do this because
i too have fallen
ever ready to get chained
ever ready to proclaim
my illusions and the
confusion in my sanctuary
of selfishness
and all the things that made me
and all the things that broke me
and this one thing that makes me
bleed thats always been my subject
of desire and fascination.
