Tearing lungs tearing mind
Broken heart broke in kind
The saltwater shimmers there
stinging every open wound
Ruby red and heaved with dread
Warmth filters through the veins only
to be poured out again
The distant crying of some sinner
Grinding teeth into dust and wringing
hands into bone
Watch him out of pleasure or boredom
It doesn’t matter that no one will help him
He does not want to be seen
Woolgathering 
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