I watched it rip itself apart
Just to write it in red ink
Cry on letters, turn them pink.
Smear them till their meaning fades
Let them fall in black cascades
Bury the terror they convey
Until their sorrow form decays.
But then they showed up on my skin
I let their horror seep within
And every place that it had been
Was tainted by its broken sin.
When I woke myself anew
A terror born inside me grew
And every emotion that I knew
Was analyzed and then subdued.
Ghosts inside my body writhed
I felt the bruises form inside
It cracked my ribs, it broke my sides
Wrecking every time they tried.
Those feelings crawled back up my throat
They let it bleed, they let me choke
They laughed at everything they broke
And smeared the hopeful words I wrote.
Though those useless feelings were slain
Echoes took the place of pain
Their only purpose was to gain
The space inside my scatter brain.
When I remember how I used to think
I write about them in red ink
And the poetry inside my heart
Turns those ghosts into art.