I’m bleeding out on the parchment again
With no one around to render aid
None near enough to even witness the moment
Those that could’ve helped have long since walked away
Left here in disaster wrought by my own hand
Tricked once more into believing
That I’d found something to share in
The beauty and the structure
Of the world I see surrounding
But as ever, I moved too quickly
So sure I’d found the answer
To questions I wasn’t even sure of asking
That I’d spilled my very soul
Without seeking truth in action
The mess of my own making pooled upon my feet
And the familiar weakness spreads
As I give up too much of me
And it falls upon my surroundings
Yet again I find myself collapsing under pressure
The emptiness inside leaves me weak and broken
Another mess to clean and another soul to rebuild