Fractured

Blunt and bold were 
the wet spots. 
You bleed like me. 

The seizure takes hold 
of millions thoughts. 
My sins are walking with me. 

No annihilation of 
the flesh. I was meeting 
the spirits. 

The face becomes pure 
gold, when you 
start burning the issues. 

The years had survived 
in slumber. 
Death will not come to the hanged man.