You bring me up,

Then I am caught, 

Ripped sleaves,

No please!

I beg as you eat away

My honey skin,

Even lavender soap

Of the sweetest kind

Can make me once again divine,

Not your kind.

And veins ripple, splattering blood,

The sheer truth 

Of hidden, broken love.

Oh,

Dog,

Will you lick my wounds,

Make them heal soon,

But shifting gears,

So many tears,

And a puddle of blood

Which can not be mopped.

Oh.

I see

That is not a possibility.

That's ok,

My heart has stopped.

There is nothing left to save.

Endless tunnels and turns, cave I am,

Hollow and dark and cobfusing turns,

My recuscuers could not reach me,

I bled out in the endless chasm,

Blue monsturous waves, salty erodes me away.

I am nothing

But a forgotten face, with a grain of legacy,

As memorable, as eternal of a grain of sand,

The energy is there,

But no man does stare

As something as insignificant

As wasting nothing.