Healing

Don't gaze at your navel , you're so self absorbed // Blood trickles down bruised thighs, escape through the sword. I feel the sharp touch , as she levitates // Watching from the ceiling, our soul deteriorates. Words won't help, the trauma commands// You're solely an object, to fill his demands. Silent screams pound through veins// Imploding, bursting, overwhelmed with pain. Drinking from dry wells, coughing up dust // I lose myself in evey thrust. Exhausted, broken, when will this journey cease?// Searching for the perfect mask, to bring me inner peace.