Penetrating coldness
Crawling through my veins
I long of warmth
From these peices of cloth
On a woman shell
Pitifully patched
Would it cover
Places I hoped it did
For the eyes
Plundering my bones
Knives of greed
Of lust, of power
Another flesh
Had come off my hips
Patch it in
Keep it on
Sew it close
Cover the wound
Erase the scar
A flesh had come off
the shoulder
the face
the hand
Pick it up
Patch it in
Hide it under
The peices of cloth
Might warm me
Just a little
Keep me away
From being broken
Pull me away
From the temptation
To fall inside
This boundless abyss
A step away
From the edge
Where I kept going
They were pushing
Just a step away
But it creeps
A meter nearer
Patch my flesh
As I walk
Drag my feet
Away from death
Sweet rest
No
Needed to taste
The beauty of bitterness
What was the point?
Well I don't know
My patches
Are still on
Keep my pitiful
Body together
As I drag
This broken shell
In hopes
I could
Walk
A little farther
Until the time
That I can't
Keep them on
Anymore
Slices of flesh
Falling
Revealing
The patches
The wounds
Old and new
Until I have
Nothing more
But frail bones and organs
Bled the blood
The trail I had
Until the time
Where I have
Nothing left
The time
When I am
No more
My patches
Please hold on
We are still
At the starting point
In this darkness
Cold and silence
The empty road
Where the destination
Is not for me
To decide
Please my patches
Hold on to the threads
That keeps
This shell together
Staggering
But we'll be better
I hope.
JovialMask2023
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