Scars (Evisceration)

Fingers press for scars,

yet you shall not find them...

My mutilation is deep,

beyond detection

Yet I am still a bundle of

Evisceration, wounds

evading your naive

comprehension 

Strike my black veins

and watch this corrupting

substance, come

washing out of me

You could bathe

in the depths of this

blood,

which lies dormant

Build a tomb

from this morbid

malevolence, occupying

my heart and soul

I wish for

a native shaman,

cleansing cures,

to heal

Isolation

Author's Note

Please ignore grammar problems.

Reviews

[SkinlessFrank]

oh this is a cry in the dark, and a cry to all who have cried so