A Gout From The Scar (Gory Blister)

Mist blurred my eyes Fear blocked my ears I could not see Inmost atrocities Words... Rip wide inner wounds If spoken out like swords As the prince spoke out daggers Voices are too weak To perceive secret sanity As to be fault As i still stand open-mouthed So existence turns Into a deadly sequence Of pains overwhelming Their own good precedents Only I see my scars Ripped again I sustain my past expiating pain Wounds seem to be healed But memory Still Makes'em bleed Time... Time does not heal When wounds are so real And a heart dies alone See this Gout from the scar Sign of My inner death