I've aquired many bruises.
The ground frequently opens up beneath me...
and buckets of rain are thrown into the wells of my eyes.

My blood with no where to escape,
creates this plum purple patch within my skin.
I've taken to this purple identity,
No longer sore...
only numb.

The tree's arms reach for me...
Rocks follow my every step...
For it is their desire
to gash my skin open
to reveal my true colour...
my red secret
that is flowing, now so clearly (for its beat shakes the ground),
through this heart;
it's his poison..
it's my salvation...

my blood.