Blood drip
Sweat stink...

Laugh out loud
And in your face...

Wasted thoughts
Wasted lines...

An explanation
A perfect one...

I gave you a hug
You said I'm the first...

Pen is on paper
But why can't I write...

Familiar scratching feeling
Closing the base of my throat...

The lonely rituals of the broken hearted
The silver eyes from tears long dried...

So she threw the phone under her bed
I screamed what words came out...

This page I promise is ripped
And this pencil is tasting like poison...

Eclipsed sun and winter winds
On my own and together again...

Mortal wounds are of flesh
Divine wounds are of the heart...