These scars they tear at the heart
They pull at the seams
Pop the blisters
Let the ooze bleed clean
The energies giving up on me
Gravitational force of negativity
Keep on circling swirling perpetual fiend
Scuffling and laying into sensitivities
Not wanting to fight
Though still
Insides Scream
Then a light is found in the bewildering scenes
Bringing back
to
the
trophic preen