You don't know how many times I've tried to rip out my heart and every time I did you don't know how bad I wanted that blood to keep leaking to keep creeping like a vine down my torso and down my body dripping on the floor . You don't know how many tears I have shed internally because my eyes won't water anymore . A drought is in the land and the vegetation has died no prosperity exist there , a single flower bloomed but the wind carried its petals away they landed on a mans head now he dreams no more . He walks about without slumber eyes as small as slits not because of the burning sun but the crippling truth of not being able to keep still no longer could he rest his head no longer could he lay his soul . He must build to escape the flood waters building within himself before they drown him there are no sharks but still he was being eaten alive the water is not cold it really has no feeling at all , that is what he would like to tell himself but really it's frigid , bone aching , and spine shivering so deep that the ice crystals leak from his wounds when they are inflicted upon him no more blood drips but poison.
