Gauze covered ills

Ten scratched cuts from cold blade in to burning flesh show not your
failures, but your achievement as each one is wiped clean off at the
dulciticy of your trembling silence.

Words that cracked my sinews fall bulkish to the cold carpet floor and
my bleeding chest falls fowl of forced love's bite only to have the
venom drained by your tear scared whispers

The healing tones of your sweet saccharine tongue silence the scraping
screams of the flesh covered blade and urges found are lost once more,
buried under the sea you filled.

And sitting here leaves the dripping heat cold on my soul until your
breath warms the flesh tightened knots crushing the blood that feeds
them.

Polluted thoughts are purged and the tortured muscle pumps once more
for a reason, one reason. Your reason. You r reason.

One day there will be calm.