Colour by numbers
And fill in the patches
Scribbles outside the lines
Decorate my deep slumber
Destroy it with matches.

Cut by numbers
And leave no untouched skin
Blood oozes from inside the lines
See no lightening, hear no thunder
Cover up with plasters

Colour by cuts
Purple, black and shades of blue
I can't see the lines.
Each mark is a broken trust
Every pain is reminiscent of you.


September - 30 - 2007

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