Scratches begin again,
Scratching tinnitus, that hollowed out grind
And the waking nightmare is burning
She thought I had forgotten,
After years and years of happy smiles,
She thought I had forgotten,
The tears on the bridge,
While the sun drowned in the ocean
Pearls of globular blue fade into sand,
The spark has fizzled out
Even the splinters on the wood feel good,
Just to blur it out
This is where I cried,
And pretend I am somewhere else
They are creeping upon me again,
Like strangers begging for attention,
Those memories I had once buried
They linger,
Just linger,
Beneath all the happy smiles,
The bubbles amongst boiling water
Foil my mind into an enraged state
And this is the trauma,
The faces of horror,
Shanked by thorns
