There was a time before blood and bind
Before dance and bone
Where reverie wakes
And sky’s do groan
So lonesome
in the endless expanse
Made merry
Give chase
But burn back blades
Fire whips it’s frenzy
All control lost and only
In its absence noted
Shout surrender
Heart pounding
Straining for one last beat
one last hush of blood
Fear permeates
The quiet unsaid
Leaving potential lies
To churn out stomach lining
Waiting for the pustulmelous fragility to burst
Lost in thoughts that won’t cease
And the hardship that comes
Knowing your thoughts
Knowing that you are past bearing
That some words should never be uttered
And the only shelter
Is the arms of silence
Pelgris 
Wow this is so melancholy I love it. I also like the message, that strength can seem like bleeding backwards but you are still moving forward even as you consider the past in relation to what you must know to make that forward motion.
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Thank you. I love the way your mind works through each piece
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I try!♡
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