Broken Soul
The marks on my arms
At night they bleed
Showing the urge
The craving, the need
The tears on my face
Track a downward path
All which is hid
Behind an akward laugh
Deep down I hide
All that I'm feeling
My emotions and thoughts
I'm constantly sealing
But if you look hard
You still can see
The pain and hurt
That fills me
My eyes are a window
That shows my soul
Fragmented, in pieces
So far from whole.

The Marks that Bleed
Dark line against glowing bronze
Leaks streaming lines of crimson red
Green and Gold eyes look upon
The result of the life they've led
Watches as life's precious nector
Slowly makes it's downward way
Trailing across the warm bronze
Carresing the flesh where it lay
The shinging light within the eyes
Slowly fades into the dark
While trailing streams of crimson dry
Leaving only red-brown marks
As glowing bronze loses its gleam
And it's warmth fades aways
Because the light that fills the being
No longer can it stay.