Intertwined thoughts with yours 
Stitched up wounds are open once again 
Aappreciation of my silence 
Will be held no more 
So close to your desires 
But I will not encourage my blood 
To be spilled for indignity 
And I would cry but it would kill all that I know 
Still utter deceit enters my flesh 
And I contemplate the end as I grasp for breath 
Bearing bloody memories while kneeling 
Down letting my insides pour out 
And my enraged memories won't let me open 
These wounds anymore