Ache makes it hard to take that one breath
Forget about the next
Excruciatingly shattered breath
Feeling of thousand of prickly needles puncturing
Scarring and creating pain
Looking down
The blood can led a pathway
Where the stain can never be washed away
Inertia feels safe
Unlike the frailty of relations
Lies bespoken
Mastered by the inaccuracy of activity
Frayed away by the daily strife
When one feels shorted
By this cavity we call life
~Divine