Raised Flesh

Raised Flesh

This is no laughing matter.
I'm afraid of myself.
The veins look so fragile.
My mental state failing.
Time runs short.
This road map of scars, directions of a sad life.
Broken love haunts me.
These scars remind me of you.
All you took.
All your lies.
5 plus years you said goodbye.
Contemplate suicide.
I just can't believe you got the best of me.
The rest of me hides deep inside.
This house of death I reside.

-Jaspar