Living no spectacular life, nothing to be craved
Bearing colossal scars life has engraved
Course jagged sins stitched up just for me
Bitter screams pleading, echoing to be free
Wounds bubbling up wanting to be heard
Epic sounds screeching word for word
Voices seeping out battling for my soul
Begging for strength and self-control
Holding my breath silencing the cries
Hiding the woman before your eyes
The song may not go with the poem.
However, I can’t seem to stop playing it…..