You are a fading bruise empire
You were once a hematoma
Resting in subcutaneous tissue
Skin blinded into disease
love bound by the control.
Words that hurt, that burn the heart like a cattle prod.
She was made to love, and all she gave you were insults, lesions covering the beauty of your mind.
Social hidings, the mysteries of trusting.
You had guilt, shame, ghosts of self
Form like an empire across your starving heart.
One kiss from the sin of black magic
Leads from one control in one hand into the switch of another mastermind.
Casting the rainbow of colours over your lost hope.
You peaked into your reflection
In those waters you were always frightened by.
Instead of seeing the glass floating in dark shadows, leaving the stamp of tension.
You now owned the freedom of bleeding, crying,
the emotions of being human.
Monsters fade back to stems
Oh, to see a fading of corruptive bruises….
Such a beautiful, natural high to breathe the oxygen of your own reborn Empire.
And support is there in the crystals of light
that never blandished to the cult of bruising
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