Skin is thin and unbroken
Like words of hate left unspoken
until the blade of conflict cuts
the skin that spreads has opened up
the blood flows out like crimson streams
surrounds and drowns the strongest screams
until the reiver red runs dry
all else is left alone to die
the wound heals slowly up
and mends until it closes shut
it hides the pain felt before
and waits for pain that left in store
scars appear where wounds once healed
and still reveal where holes were sealed
remind of times of massive loss
when losing canceled out the cost
the only thing prolonging pain
are memories inside the brain
that if erased would put to rest
reminders of the pain thats left