This is how it is: Split skin Open veins Sometimes broken bones He throws punches at my stomach SWOLLEN TISSUE [[not only does he fuc my mind he fucs my **** aswell]] fistFUCK myself with rage at 3am [the silence] my ribs are bruised sometimes he whispers my name The sheets are stained [[and bloodied..]] the spherical shape of my thoughts I TRY TO SCREAM but my demons wont let me THEY DANCE IN THE FIRES OF MY EEMOTTION My jaw is trembling My heart pounds And my hands… They shake (((tears fall from the eyes of my forgotten))) this martyr (in a word) scratches at my flesh and bites down into my pulsing veins --- I bleed This martyr will die for what he believes in. [Mother of god pray for us sinners….. ] a fistful of my hair falls beside me I assume to foetal position and I die…. ---------------------------------------------- 9.40pm: i bled, i cried, i bruised and i died. If you care to pierce my flesh and travel through my rotten veins, turn left and splinter my bones...battle with my every organ and through my every cell you will find my core...and you will find this 'thing' this thing that feels alien to my body PLEASE remove it...it is killing me..WHO AM I? i am no one.. ------- i appear to be blinded by my own blood.