the razor blade show
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As I hold him in my arms tonite The tears flow over our bodies No words of comfort are formed Nor a motion nor a thought He turns slowly as to explain why And lifts his skin over his head And I gasp at the sight I reach to touch him, stop as he wimpers His once vivid soul now burns so dimly Covered in bruises, marred with scars Your hate cuts words into him The lash marks of the abuse Gushing wounds of injured heart The man who always took my pain Now vunerable before me, naked soul I turn, lift my skin over my head Only to find my soul bleeding He reaches across I am healed at his touch I reach across He, healed by mine We pull our skin back over our heads To find they are attached As separate, his souls abused and my soul bleeds And so we remain Connencted. Forever. | ||||