Staring strangely at the scars stained upon my hands

Nothing comes to mind

Slowly blinking, developing blind reactions as he stands

Thoughts are hard to find

Eyes now averted from the brief pains shot across the blood

So wounded by you

It’s so lost on me, splinters in my cup of which there is a flood

To give a reaction that’s true

Reminiscent of the scented, colorful air surrounding the past

Strokes of uninhabited memories

Happening to those coming too soon, enveloping you too fast

Lacking general mercies

Straight stabs and burning glares upon one’s strangled wrist

A fixed paranoia scarring

Wakes up and crumbles upon seeing such hazardous instances

This horrid film we’ll all be starring

Sinking back into a lonely box of bruised complexions

Riding the arched spine

Searching top to bottom for faces that hide your reflections

Now tragedies must combine