May the dark days of the soul
Swiftly come and go
And the fall out
Of your pain descend
And the rough edges
Be hidden well
As you hold the memories
Of your personal hell
Within

Why admit your deepest sin
Your personal Judas kiss
Why expose your secret soul
Those cuts upon your wrist

Memories we gather
Turn to ink upon the page
Perhaps for the eccentric
It's a means of escape

Regurgitated
By our unconscious
Dissected
By our intellect
Haunting us
In our dreams
Blessed are those
Who no longer
Wake up in scream

I am here to let you know
You are not alone
Fear not the mark
Those stains on our soul
Write them down
Then perhaps
We can start
To be whole
...