Exposed

Midnight; that which of death, ever dying – Daybreak; that which of life, being alive – Contrasted, different, many contrive – Of those who have not been poisoned, crying – Waking, but asleep, mentally drying. In days of concentration, empty, I’ve; Thoughts to no avail. Also, midst revive, Mind, passion, have no power over bleeding. Cutting away, exposed down to the core – The Grave comes, The Grave lays open, shattered. In time, nature refaces – wanting more, Wounds, gashes, torments – introspected, for Time and time again – heal, or, so tattered Break, die fully, to be gone nevermore.