Mended Stitches

As the howling wind echos the valley’s of his scarred heart,
Tears race one another to the end of his cracked lips as they fall like the endless storm within his mind.
Mysterious gazes rest upon the ground as he looks to find the light that shall never come.
Fading voices escape his lips as though there is not just one within himself.
Enduring the long reckless nights with the taste of fresh alcohol on his tongue.
He speaks within the mind of a careless man as he walks the forgotten path.
What Man Am I?
A drunken lover at one’s hand.
A abandon Child To another.
A Brave One at Heart.
A Scarred Man To I.
Mended Stitches stitch the night as the Day breaks the moon light.
Following the Moonlight I, Shall find my howling desire.
Paw prints of my soul walk the night with Pride,
But of only a Hollow Wolf I have become.
Howling my screams through the starry night.
Hoping for my pack to return as I am Alone.
Needle In Hand,
String in the other.
A pen with a twist at mind.
Ink that stains not just the skin but the soul as I am Fading.
Stitching What I hope Could be True.
A Soul that was Not meant To be.
Forsaken Body I Sing to Thee.
Shameless burdens I awake to Speak.
Dancing With Coldend Feet,
As I walk The path that has been chosen for me.
My skin No longer Bleeds as I have given all that I can give.
My battles have left me With..
Mended Stitches Of a Soul that Was never Meant To Breath.