Swim in the blue seas of my bruises

Rest in the warm pools of blood oozing

From the volcano of my scabs

Feast your eyes on the scars of my soul

Every urge to bury the knife reduced

Down to a thought of mental harm with

The bow of an arrow dipped in fear

Sit on the dried desert of emotions

Bask in the sun and feel hot in my anger

Yet find yourself cold from my sorrows

Scarred and bruised is that of my soul

Full of prophecies and stories untold

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