And then the words came
Man Running with scissors
Cut through the existence of his life
Examining the layers
Deep red in the flesh he finds an image of his old self
Carefully he removes it
Embrace it with his lips
Before he swallows it again
Just to let his past slide through his system once more
Then it reappears back in his wounds
With more
Just more
And that is all he ever asks for
When he cuts open his soul and share it with the present
The blood stains that paint that presence
Has dripped down from a painful wound
Succumbed to that desire
Of finding himself through a painted image
He drew the lines for
And erased
Then drew again, and again and again
Until the lines where nothing more
Than a flat line,
then no more
MesAyah 
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