A Gout From The Scar

Mist blurred my eyes

Fear blocked my ears

I could not see

Inmost atrocities

Words...

Rip wide inner wounds

If spoken out like swords

As the prince spoke out daggers

Voices are too weak

To perceive secret sanity

As to be fault

As i still stand open-mouthed

So existence turns

Into a deadly sequence

Of pains overwhelming

Their own good precedents

Only I see my scars

Ripped again

I sustain my past expiating pain

Wounds seem to be healed

But memory Still

Makes'em bleed

Time...

Time does not heal

When wounds are so real

And a heart dies alone

See this

Gout from the scar

Sign of

My inner death