Soft tears
and tearful crys,
Deep inside
all love dies.

Aged bruises
grown on me,
Enter pain
and set me free.

From this blade
I accept deep sins,
While reddened lips
whisper "not again."

And burn memories
of time once past,
And grew love
of shadows cast.

Inside of me
I feel a bruise,
And I ask
"Why though?"

A crumpled fist
approaches more,
And makes on me
a deeper sore.

The strikings
once more begin,
As I say to myself
"Not again.."

And once again
the rusted blade,
And once again
the slices made.

As life do I live on
inside the bruises,
Carry on
deeper and deeper.

I need to know,
Why.