fall like delicate drops of blood from the raging wounds
that corrupt as they soothe; A calming yet never tamed
is the wild heart though caged in the screaming whispers of a
shivering warmth for the lonely companionship of the
comfortably disturbed always looking for that exit in the dark
where love comes as a bitter ointment spilling
hope into hurts that only grow more infected over time as
they fade into silent scars