My ashen self,
Blazes in radiance giving a finishing to my soul,
Abundant with all essentials,
Restoring with every ****** in the spacious hole yet to fill,
The ghastly shadows lurking behind this personality,
Different colors,
Agonizing and sore,
The erupting heat,
Indeed will soon heal,
But the mended scars,
Will deepen and show,
The dark, rough texture,
The blood running through my arteries,
Suffocation and cold,
I think a lot of blood was lost a while ago,
Having to bear all heart break,
I think a drip may help,
Restore not only my old self,
But also my bleeding wound.