Those words unspoken have a name,
Don't like what you see...
A lonely burden Inside of me,
...
Nevermore do my fantasies be
Of only me, myself or I.
Lately only of me and you…
...
The Deepened Wounds
Those words unspoken have a name,
Don't like what you see...
A lonely burden Inside of me,
As it's setting me free.
The cowards have robbed me,
taking the foundation of a being.
What all in that could be alive?
For why did that become of me?
I can feel me slowly die, sometimes
The times I fail to find a joy; my peace.
It is when such suffering holds no mercy,
In the den my heart becomes a feast.
No blames of importance may lie here;
No more shame here to cast,
A mere expression of the soul this is...
one wounded deeply losing blood fast.