Wicked razors scar flesh,

the red runs deep,

the blade sees inside,

cutting through the mask,

leaving me nowhere to hide,

a window cut from the wall,

a doorway locked and hidden away,

you see the mirror,

I see the tree,

a seed no longer growing,

a disease running free,

captivate my heart strings,

cultivate my soul,

deathly shackles decaying,

as does the flesh that binds my soul…