The scars that I inflicted
to every inch of me,
reminds me of the demon
inside that rages & scratches.

Its a child bloodied with memories
of all those dark eye horses,
I remember all events, everything
waking up with blood all over me.

If heaven exists while the whip lashes
and I fall unconscious, lounge claspes
****** mess as I come to everything
a grieving mother mumbling something.

These scars remind me I'm still alive
and of the hope and dreams deprived
but a glimmer of eyes to sun shine
reminds me exists a straight line,
if I can reach it, I'll revive just fine.

I need to see those galloping white horses
with eyes like holy water washing over me.
I'm so tired of the wounds bleeding.....
I am trying to reach the surface to live......