I've come to believe
I've come to see
Horrific scenes
Between broken seams.

Sewed shut
These eyes have
Seen enough
These eyes
Want to be blind.

Soul trembles
Heart tremors
Life disassembles.

Pieces and pieces
of ash and dust
Building up after
decades of no love.

No love
No peace
Much pain
Much disease.

Broken Bones
Bone shards
Clinging onto
My skin
Past sin
Lingering in
through my
pores exhausting
themselves in liquid
form through
my tear ducts.

Enough, enough!
I scream
But these horrific scenes
Reach through these
sewn shut eyes,
Between broken seams.

Demons
they linger
into the whole
in my soul and
taint my dreams.

Avalanche of ash
Tears down my
human nature
Until no more trees stand
On this fallen angel land.