What of My Heart

As I sit in solitude and silence, I feel something inside just withered away like petals of a rose, Dying, I gaze deep with defiance, Staring death down, the wounds I tried to close. These scars seared in the Sun as memories filled my eyes, Prolonged agony seems like the only emotion I conjure, Soul bearing truths as my body were covered in lies, To purify myself, I have to face the Monster. Is it true, that words cut deep into fabric of self? Demeaning my thoughts as I keep it in steel cages, Searched in vain, I followed the beat of health, Followed where the blood may take me to razors, It is missing and no where insight, Remembrance. A map of Haunting Past. Revealing and true. Endless, torturous road leads me to a familiar face denied, As I found it beating unknowingly inside you.