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