My face is scarred,
by the tears I weep.
Red welts bleed in the most visceral manner.

The lines that surround my lips are carved deep;
the dusty crevices of happiness.

It is the eyes of a man who saw a beautiful creature & the price of it was infinite blindness.

Lost in the bilious darkness of himself.
But, it is all metaphorical.

No-one else can quite see it.
No mirror can possibly reflect.

I am decaying from the inside.
I am a mess,
a wondrous tangle of the torn ribbons of love.

I am dying.
Slowly but surely
in these suffocating waters.