I thought I could
   out run my demons
   but they still
   f  i  n  d   m  e
   in the dead of night
   next to the water
   gone cold in the basin
   from the blood I scrubbed
   from myself
   l   a   s  t    n   i  g  h  t.
   these stars that fall
   onto my body
   won't come off
   so they leave scars
   that I hold tightly
   sewn together like
   w  i  s  h  e  s    l  o  s  t
   to the dark.
   my arms are empty
   yet, so full
   of what I carry
   deep inside
   that when I awake
   in the morning
   it makes me wonder
   w         h         y?
   but tiny cuts
   hold big secrets
   that never heal
   the wound.
   so I will run
   for the very reason
   that weakness is a
   s  i  l  e  n  t     r  o  o  m
   so, if you ask:
   "thoughts for a penny,"
   I'll just bargain for a tomb
   since all these whispers
   live too haunt me
   I run...
   I fall...
   I .....   l   o  s   e.