A Constellation Of Wounded Existence

A Constellation Of Wounded Existence:

A constellation of wounded existence
And brilliant eyes staring
Up at the sky the stars
No more then scars
Wounds of the past
Hemorrhaging blood splatter
From comets of destruction
Bringers of pain and sorrow
Your words hit like meteors
Every slice of your tongue
Another crater in my heart
Another scar to form
I look down at my hemorrhaging heart
The blood splatter on the floor
A constellation of memories
Of a wounded existence
I stare down at the blood stains
As I would look upon the stars
Wondering how they were formed