Emptiness cloaks me, In a veil of sorrow. Blinding me from Sharpened daggers cutting Deep, painting my soul.
Fragmented into the Little nothings that compile Into my gestalt consciousness. A whole greater than The sum of my broken pieces.
Rain clouds roll in. Bathing me in warm downpours. Cleansing away crimson, Reminders of days past. Water trickles through The cracks in my bones Gently caressing my wounds, Retelling warstories, whispering "It will be okay. "