Wringing out my bloodied soul To feel another day Shallowness is but a mask Erosion brings such shame Wipe clean the slate of bitterness Wipe it clean. Internal wounds without release Instruct me to create Painting out my pain In storm-ridden brushstrokes With the poisoned ink of guilt I paint your face ..and those of others like you Cleanse my soul Alleviate my pain. Salt my wounds in open air Exposure is so painful At least release is better than Internal degradation. Images so beautiful ..born of pain so terrible.