Scarred Soul
Swim in the blue seas of my bruises Rest in the warm pools of blood oozing From the volcano of my scabs Feast your eyes on the scars of my […]
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Swim in the blue seas of my bruises Rest in the warm pools of blood oozing From the volcano of my scabs Feast your eyes on the scars of my […]
Swim in the blue seas of my bruises
Rest in the warm pools of blood oozing
From the volcano of my scabs
Feast your eyes on the scars of my soul
Every urge to bury the knife reduced
Down to a thought of mental harm with
The bow of an arrow dipped in fear
Sit on the dried desert of emotions
Bask in the sun and feel hot in my anger
Yet find yourself cold from my sorrows
Scarred and bruised is that of my soul
Full of prophecies and stories untold