molten

.Transit. is the only word to

de.scribe [scrawl]

how I feel

[into my arm]

I run from that haunted place

Far, from my fears

of familial daunting and terrific

chills

Split my family down the core

and reap your havoc once more

.Transit. is the only word to

de.scribe [scrawl]

how I feel

[into my arm,

the pen's marks

bleed, bloody scars remembrance of the bitter battle that quickly

ensued]

You and I quickly flee

-nothing could manage or ever forsee

the difficulty or degree

to which the battle could

bloody lives with empty and bitter.ness

Split my family down the core

and reap your havoc once fucking more,

I'll be back and fit with the trimmings

to manage you and your anomaly called

fortune

.Transit. is the only word to

de.scribe [scrawl]

how I feel

[into my soul

the wars of the years

cut like the broken christmasses did when they happened,

like fire on ice -]

.imelt.