Goldenbed

Tragedy, abrupt to my very soul, that left me far from whole. The withered memory born unto my dreams again, refreshed and once more binding me by chain. The reopening scars I once upon a time, thought healed, gape wide to open for the flood gates, red and revealed. My witnessing eyes bleed out old tears from a rusted well, Attempting again to put back out the fires of this age old Hell. The rising waters find my feet and climb, the two floods meet, where their cause is rhymed. My heart from which the blood and tears flow, now at where the pain does ever grow. Close these outpouring wounds, build back up the walls... Make for my