Two cratered hands apply pressure directly to my chest
Nails grip and tear through flesh, blood begins to pour, and I begin a new quest
I spread open my flesh, vessels, muscle, veins, and bones
Bearing a grimacing face, tearful eyes, with gritted teeth breaking like brittle stone
Blood engulfs fingers, and pain engulfs flesh as I create a new wound
I tear my heart open just to let it bleed
My weakness is that I have self-attributing needs
The pain is invisible but I can’t hide the scars
Remnants of a past filled with self crusading wars
So it is with this act that I reopen a tomb
I tare my heart open because my past is tall
With countless stains I must uninstall
I lose self identity between the I and the Me
But I’ll always return to a fruitful tree
Copyright © 2006 Domonique Murdock
1 comment:
I just read some of your works and I'm rather impressed. From the lyrics to what you've written, I can see that you're very in tuned emotionally...A rarity in people (especially young men) these days. I'll be stopping by more to see what you've added.
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