It Always Ends Badly When It Never Ends

I'm placing strings in needles and creating new seams Pricking fighting fingers for what this brings Opening the lines of smiles with softer things but you like to rip like to tear bandages with no interest in blood just the sound of a breaking, the wince The mystery of what's under the covers calls you here but you play hide and no speak with bloodletting Planning puppet shows in your dwelling There is no more time to look for needles and strings Let's lay it here bare See how the clot of your presence causes more hemorrhage Thinking nothing of tachycardic pitter pats I just figured that this is how it flows and maybe the sadist will enjoy newly marred skin Soft pink hues clashing with new fabric, this is more than a bruise I dreamt of babies in past times So maybe you'd bless me bring new dressing for wounds too old to place but too deep to forget and you did, long enough for the browning of raised skin creating camouflage of a better understanding but what does camouflage do? Stepping out of coverings revealing the ravaging you You are sharp edges hitting kneecaps splinters in my feet You are strange slithering things beckoning to eat wrapping choking, heavy body around all things meek You are the reason for silver linings Creating shadows for the bleak