Damage left to the immutable
mutilated to the soul

Inside unravels outward
causing a skin so scarred

Heart and head twofold
frame the body cold

Two-faced slow pace
faster in the life race

Slowing down to be found
two-facing the past ground

Senses yet to be named
bodies yet to be framed

Hurting to escape
feelings without a shape

No words to speak
the cold, the weak

The moment we bleed
we feed the need