Depths of engulfing enticement tear us apart constantly. As though days were night fraught with peril beyond the comprehension of an everyday you, or me. A mind able to perceive vulnerabilities before occurrence. As though a disease eating through flesh - recognised at a glance but not immediately diagnosed. This kind of mind was debilitating from the inside out, such as a broken heart. Pain beyond physicality, pain unlike headaches - a cure not always what you would suspect. She wore a skin thick with hardened isolation, year upon year built up a protective shell - a bless, yet also a curse. Inabilities to reach out for inner fulfilment, leading down a dark spirally well. The depths tore open and swallowed her again. How is one meant to ask for mercy? Surely all would scoff from their towers, as though she was simply crying wolf. Depths within depths. A sickening reality. True testaments to characters within the painted faces of her past and present. Each mark represented on her skin told a story of her strength. All around marvelled upon her prevailing tenacity - the truth could not be more removed. The horrible beast rose it's head, as a vicious circle began to rule her life. Scars to others represented power and exuded confidence, each scar to her tore at her inner being busting her down into a broken shelled spirit. Each scar imprinted itself deep into her breast. She carried these lessons as a burden. Herculean strength is no longer present. The blood coursing within her veins tore thick with razor sharp thorns puncturing at her inner core. Celebrations of the gentle movements of the unborn inside her were outweighed and replaced with the horrors of her past. Future projections of her life no longer showed themselves to soothe the afflicted wounds... Don't leave her alone to drown amongst these faceless atrocities. You could save her, if you simply swallowed that egotistical smirk down. This entry was written, after i watched a show on monkeys. Lol.