Blood of Birth

The secret she holds imperatively, Locked inside cracked and bleeding lips. Around her neck lies the skeleton key, Awaiting the woman's seeking fingertips. A Pandora 's box filled with sin, Rests within her still beating heart. Only a sentence is contained within, 'The world as we know to be torn apart.' Animal rises by the bell's hollowed toll, Dusk of desire to engulf and originate. Restlessness becomes lack of control, Energy merges and to the night she consecrates. A cry, a sorrow; all of her distanced soul, She builds her walls with stone and earth. When broken, anger unable to be consoled, Tormented by the blood of her birth.