A Soul that Bleeds

A Soul that Bleeds

Bruises heal with time
scars remain visible
through their plight
from self inflicted wounds
bleeding into the soul.
Tortured minds can never be
replaced by untouched sanity,
hurt and pain too deep to bear.
Let our her cries,
as electric shock erases visions
planted in a mind so young.
When she awakes
her past will stay
inside that room,
cast out by currents.
But the scars ran too deep.
Through veins and soul,
memories erased,
visions removed.
But still the scars ran deep.
One day soon
free from pain,
she will rise above this world.
On a cloud with perfect visions,
away from torment,
removed from torture,
soaring high.
All because
the scars ran too deep.
Help came too late
for this young soul,
the angels came,
removed the pain.
And healed the scars
that ran so deep.

Copyright Karen Canning