Sit down
Breathe steady
The ink open
The quill at the ready
1 2 3 4 5
A single dip
A simple stroke
The words ever flowing
Pleading
Begging
Remembering

Of a time before
Long ago
Where mortal flesh
Was a myth among legends
But the same foundation as any other

Where souls were one
And now two
But the distance suffocating
So a silent plee in gold
Among pages that will not be read for decades
For some relief
In the tornado of misery and pain
Cries to what once was

Hoping that the confusion of having holes in the head
Will help let the pain find a place to rest
Among the scars that dance around
Among the demons that never rest
Perhaps
Just one hole
Might finally make this flesh breathe