In this lone
Construct of bone
Within the make of me
Hides things that I
Cannot deny
Where marrow used to be
Over this frame
Lies sheets of veins
Screaming a name ears can’t hear, that mouth won’t speak
That drives me
To insanity
As she’s just beyond my reach
And flaw’ed skin
That’s blanketed
These concrete truths to stop their bleeding
Bleeds nonetheless
In pained excess
Wanting to know what it’s needing
Callused hands
On a beaten man
With insides coming outside in truth
So much doubt
To filter out
In the finding of you
Jan 4, 2021
Jan 4, 2021 at 7:14 PM UTC
In this lone
Construct of bone
Within the make of me
Hides things that I
Cannot deny
Where marrow used to be
Over this frame
Lies sheets of veins
Screaming a name ears can’t hear, that mouth won’t speak
That drives me
To insanity
As she’s just beyond my reach
And flaw’ed skin
That’s blanketed
These concrete truths to stop their bleeding
Bleeds nonetheless
In pained excess
Wanting to know what it’s needing
Callused hands
On a beaten man
With insides coming outside in truth
So much doubt
To filter out
In the finding of you
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