What creature would land
On an arm as scarred as mine...?

You always listen to me
When I'm away
I only have
You
Breathing memories
Down my spine
Holding my hand
Like when you said
Shhhhhhh
I need you
But I was too
damaged
To be true for you
Like slamming the brakes
When driving off
Instead of the gas
Creating writers block
Deep bass in my veins
I can't remember
Which one didn't say
Goodbye last
I guess we were
Suppose to return
To ash
as I
Drift into these pages
Like throwing rocks
At your windows
A shattered pain
Making you learn
To love again
Each time you drive
Off
leaving me
At writers block

Your a virus
Afraid of the dark
And I Ecclesiophobia
With no name for a
saint
Your much more at fault
Each time you make me fall
You hold me in quill like
the ink of a scholar
When more holy than
the blood of a martyr
When I faultier
through the Nile
In exile
With you
As we both
Lead astray
Each forgetting
Only
Essence is everlasting
As the sun
To moon
Beyond time
What matters not
To you
But I
Forged in thought
As you forgot
Season snared setting
your own trap
Left me
to thurst a bodkin
into my head
without hurting
left
For dead