Intertwined thoughts with yours Stitched up wounds are open once again Aappreciation of my silence Will be held no more So close to your desires But I will not encourage my blood To be spilled for indignity And I would cry but it would kill all that I know Still utter deceit enters my flesh And I contemplate the end as I grasp for breath Bearing bloody memories while kneeling Down letting my insides pour out And my enraged memories won't let me open These wounds anymore