Open Arms - Damaged

Taste me

In haste

I waste

Blood grit

Mind spit

Pound the head, common senses dread

Cutting ulcers within

Living under my skin

Inflict upon me

Thinking of you

Think

Reoccur opening mind pits

Dimensions gaining

My temple straining

Inside out feeling again

Inside

I’ve tried

To taste

Mind grit

Blood spit