Life laid out, published in my blood
Trickling down the page, off the cover, out my veins like a flood.
Read my life through my scars,
From birth to death to heaven or hell,
When I dream or bleed, when I get lost in the stars,
Visions, nightmares covered in my blood when from grace I fell
And shattered my body on the rocks upon the shore.
Follow my steps not by the yellow-brick-road but my drops of blood on the floor.
See through mine eyes the reflection in the mirror-mirror on the wall-
The reflection that bleeds the tears I cry
When I feel my heart die, when I long to take wing and fly, when the blood-tears fall.
Trace the map engraved in these arms held out for all the world to see-ne'er to hide.
Let not the blood fade from the page from age to age.
Let all who wish come see my journey through the stars written in my scars.
Avert not thine eyes to the skies nor mute the sighs, moans and cries.
Rise and see how my heart flies as the ink-blood dries,
Chronicling this life's tries and highs.
Read how it suffered from the lies and tried to connect severed ties.
Red the sunrise, the color of my dreams,
Scrawled on my arms you can hear the screams
Of a child-lost, broken inside.
Follow the scar trail and see the nights he cried
Himself to sleep, afraid of the dark and the voices he heard.
Read the script that crisscrosses, understand word for word.
Hear my voice, read my scars, swim the flood.
Travel my path, read my story-inked in blood.
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