Fractured

Scars on a face made of soil and rock.

Emphasizing the distress of a lacerated heart.

A fault that never heals will always bleed.

Its tears can’t fill the streaks, deeper and forward, land of bleak.

Strain deep lines marked as veins

on a portrait that bleeds with dark lava cries.

Come and see…. Try to heal me.

Come and think… How to save me.

The time to die arrived.

Moving along never healed old wound, remain of a kingdom with a sick crown.

New grind line follow archaic one.

Rind covered by engraved roots.

Open their lips full of cries.

Swallows bodies as it shouts.

The time to die arrived.

Blisters on a body made of water and clay,

highlighting the pain of a wounded heart.