Intertwined thoughts with yours Stitched up wounds are open once again Appreciation of my silence Will be held no more So close to your desires But i will not encourage my blood To be spilled for indignity And i would cry but it would kill all that i know Still utter deceit enters my flesh And i contemplate the end as i grasp for breath Bearing bloody memories while kneeling Down letting my insides pour out And my enraged memories won't let me open These wounds anymore