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Wounded ... and Bound
Wounded...
Deep...inside the fabric
of ones soul...
Where soft tissue is
interlaced with emotion
in the core...
Wounded....
Root deep...
Where painful memories
Bleed into the lining
Of ones Mind
Like Henna Tattoos
Marking the Heart...
Staining It...
To Forever be recognized...
As Broken...
How to fix it...
How...
What can bind
One together...
After being so
torn Apart
What can Bind
The Broken Heart...
I Bound my heart
with anger...
enough to consume
me whole....
Delivering a searing heat
to anyone daring
to come close...
I bound my heart with
Melancholy ...
Allowing myself to swim
In the deep waters...
that only managed
to drown me....
Wounded... and Bound
Like a turn of the century
torture machine
Trying to make me confess
That I still believe in Love
Well... I do not believe
As I lay here wounded .....
Bound and Bleeding
Like razor blades slicing
through warm flesh
Is my breathing...
Labored at best....
and they say for the wicked
Yes...The wicked shall have...
No rest
As my tears fall
not making a sound...
As my heart beats to
the rhythm
Of the wounded.. and Bound
Deep...inside the fabric
of ones soul...
Where soft tissue is
interlaced with emotion
in the core...
Wounded....
Root deep...
Where painful memories
Bleed into the lining
Of ones Mind
Like Henna Tattoos
Marking the Heart...
Staining It...
To Forever be recognized...
As Broken...
How to fix it...
How...
What can bind
One together...
After being so
torn Apart
What can Bind
The Broken Heart...
I Bound my heart
with anger...
enough to consume
me whole....
Delivering a searing heat
to anyone daring
to come close...
I bound my heart with
Melancholy ...
Allowing myself to swim
In the deep waters...
that only managed
to drown me....
Wounded... and Bound
Like a turn of the century
torture machine
Trying to make me confess
That I still believe in Love
Well... I do not believe
As I lay here wounded .....
Bound and Bleeding
Like razor blades slicing
through warm flesh
Is my breathing...
Labored at best....
and they say for the wicked
Yes...The wicked shall have...
No rest
As my tears fall
not making a sound...
As my heart beats to
the rhythm
Of the wounded.. and Bound
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