Do you hear the voices?
They  whisper of love in open wounds.
They spit at my ears and wail at my image.
My mind a willing admirer of the cacophony.
They bring only black,
cracked and unyielding it lays against my monochrome skin.
Tearing at scars to bleed only ink.

What shape this heart of discontent
Enlarged and scarred from battles drawn
Yet small and quiet as the grave
In silent hours before the dawn.
It beats within a crooked chest
It's keeps it's time with breath, forlorn
and promises with certain fate
It will be still one quiet morn.

There is a place I keep for me
where others cannot go
It's hidden deep within my heart
behind a soulless glow.

The skies are always cornflower blue
while all the trees in bloom
drop blossoms pink as candy floss
to chase away the gloom.

Beneath the sea of stolen cares
a darkness seethes and roars
a warning cry to he who dares
set foot upon it's shores.

There is a place I keep for me
a darkness deep and true
I keep it safe and hide it well
Beneath  it's pretty view.

Lie still little rabbit
your hummingbird heart
holds you

saying
it’s okay -
     it’s okay -
          it’s okay -

you lie still.