Red screams fill my blue skies,
Anguish overflows these tortured eyes.
In my world of truth
There’s a river of hurt left by you.
Cut me, and I bleed down to the bone,
Stitched-up heart with broken-glass hope.
Leave me here upon that desolate shore,
To live, to love, nevermore.
Let the ravens come now and pick me dry,
No more living in a world built on your lies.
Beyond love’s desire-colored veil,
Beyond your reach, there I will dwell.
*I always say that words have power…and some words are meant to cut deep. I’ve found that, once the invisible “blood” has dried, there’s an emptiness, a hollowness, a numbness that descends upon you. Whether it’s a respite for healing or simply limbo until the next verbal offense comes, I don’t yet know. But that’s where you can find me tonight.