These are my arms.
Bearing the scars I etched there.
They tell a story.
Which I don't really want to share.
These are my eyes.
From which crimson tears flow.
Oh how they sting.
I close my eyes to hide the red outlines.
This is my heart.
Broken and shattered.
I just watch as it bleeds out.
Someone ripped it from my sleeve.
This is my soul.
Torn to shreds.
Carried away like dust on the wind.
I have become oh so hollow.
(Scott David Buckley-09/04/2012)