I came with broken bones - Poetry Collection- 2010

I would if I could

I see it splashed across your face

Like a dirty canvas

Painted black

Dark

And

Lost

Cracked

And

Splitting

Slowly ripping

Disappearing from the outside in

　

Do you feel yourself drifting?

You say you’re a victim

To the tortures that slithers in your mind

To the shadows that eat there way in

If I could

I would

I’d eat the shadows

And wash the black away

Scrub and scrub

Tear and rip

Just to see you smile again for another day.