Instantly sentencing me to a fence and leash. Did he proceed to beast or scream offensive things? Send me some quick relief, give me a minutes peace. Fist swings to hit my cheek. Missed me by an inch I think. Simply slide then I leap, grit teeth my limb flies free. Spinning I extend my reach. Please tempt me leave limping dreams and belief empty.

The peace I want is sleep for months. When leaves wont come from trees now numb. When the giver of life is a sliver of light. When the rivers are ice as grows dimmer the sky. When the rays of our star start to fade and get far. Now a scrape leaves a scar. And long days freeze to shards. I would stay in a cave where I'd lay in the dark. Never wake, never stray, never ache, better heart. In the weeks of the snow when things green fail to grow. I would cease to be known, never leave, never show. Til my head truly mends, and wont spread to my friends. Til I shed abused skin, still as lead through my limbs.

She’d be blunt and be sharp, and can see in the dark.  She’d be strong on the surface but soft in her heart.  Its a shame that a dame with a face made for fame, should remain in this state of disgrace and of blame.
But you wont see her cry.  All her scars she will hide.  Like the type from a knife at the top of her thighs.  They’ll most likely be right behind both of her eyes. And despite wrong or right shes polite all the time.  Many might see just slightly and lightly pay mind.
Shes probably bothered by thoughts of no father and constantly ****** herself like a martyr.  Shes me only smarter and needs me like water and keeps me at peace a relief when my heart hurts.

How did you begin to drift and distance all your friends you miss?  While once again you ball your fists.  To punch a wall or saw your wrists.  In darkness when you part your skin regardless of it harming kin.  Or harness all your hearts contempt your scarred skin isn’t art its sick.
I get a buzz from a lesion or blood and achieve more than peace when I see what I’ve done.  As the gaze of the average name it rage from a savage I’m labeled insane with no way to get past it.

With your disappointment a fact.  Your anointed react.  And with habits WE have we just had to attack.  So we claw and we scratch wearing calm as a mask, making laws to belong to a cause that we lack.  It involves all those wrong to be gone; don't come back.  Please absolve all us flawed and then draw us a map.  Making strong all the bonds that we lost on our path.  That's my plea, that's my call, that is all, that is that.

Theres a rarity in the fairer breed.  I sometimes barely read if they care for me.  I would tear through things just to wear you like jeans.  If you share my needs we're a pair of fiends.  I don't dare proceed unprepared for stings.  But I scare from strings and wont bear a ring.  So I'll stare and dream just to spare true queens.

When I like what I see, it is stored instantly.  And I save and replay it whenever I please.  Pictograph memory, when I lack little things, its *** that was way back or in fact wasn't me.
         The drawback of all that is problems all fall back to anger and all wrath until I am mean.  I recall fast and walls crash unable to walk past I'm lead down the wrong path and haulting my dreams.