old wounds rip open
those empty words from your mouth
the tear in my flesh
pulling me apart
inside out

cuts on the edges of my fingers
coloring the pages
words and sketches
of the notebook that I owned

bruises on the cover
its hue like a gentle blue
all this things inside
reminds me of you

what a great affliction
a euphoria for the twisted
cure this brain
with the sound
of your name