As I lay bleeding from inside, they walk all over me Their footprints locked in my blood’s captivity . My hands are empty, I have lost all my words The pages in my book whisper, their screams go unheard. I can no longer see or feel my dreams still, my dreams reach out to me , give me self esteem. Dreams taken from me, lost along the way I still feel them, I know they won’t betray. I cling to my quill and feel it’s comfort when I scribe, my thoughts are comfortably versed. I will not let the ink dry on my soul my subconscious hope will always console.
Source: Bleeding – yaskhan