Scarlet Tears

How faint the brutal smell of this burning wreckage so cleverly hidden, the timbers smolder grounding their faith. Smoking and choke on the fumes of discontent, all hands on deck I’m just a disaster. So you want to know me, don’t look in my eyes, just focus on the deem patina of my speckled disguise. I’m one who knows enough to get by, just enough by step you and run. Why is it my hands reach with out reaching, I mean what is the purpose of me extending a friendly fisted hand shake? I mean I look for answers in another’s company, the answer repeats "you’re better off alone". it’s a crying shame my tears are so salty, I’m too damn human if you ask me. What is this chest heaving that sorely soothes me, never heaving it pulses just beneath the surface. Not present enough to release me, not sufficiently controlled. My wrists cry, my hips sigh, save me from myself. Oh the lengthy road one condemned must follow, so many circles, so many cells, white walls. Imagine just one day of freedom. It says something when the essence of a being begins to wonder if running might be better without a soul. Unencumbered I could fly to any given hell, unweighted by my moralistic mind. Could victory then be sweet? Could I even feel my relief? Would I enter in if then I am not whole enough to keep myself together? Pulled from the inside out, navel, neck and knees, grounded in prayer. Thwarted, noosed, I’ve got me again. My twisted fate my own twisted creation. Crave ReNae, reach, be alone, quick run. B e safe, don’t breathe, get caught, get going. Look for someone screwed up enough to understand, tell all your secrets and wait for the end. How brutal that burning smell that covers the stench of my hellish yell. Ashes settle in my tired lungs. Posted inside me all those sorrows sung.