Vital Wound

A scar that bleeds beneath the skin A quiet war where shadows win The pulse is faint, the heart is weak In silence, death begins to speak Beneath the weight, a fracture deep A wound that festers, slow, to keep The flesh give way, the soul is born A dying star forever mourned Each breath a struggle, sharp and cold The body shivers, growing old The wound persists, the pain remains A festering ache that knows no chains In fractured light, the truth is blurred The silent cry, a whispered word The blood runs thick, the night is long A never-ending silent song The shadows stretch and coil within A twisted dance, a ceaseless spin The wound decay, a whispered plea A haunting curse that never frees Through fractured veins, the poison seeps A venom that the darkness keeps The body trembles, the mind gives way As light fades with each passing day The hourglass spills its final sand The wound remains, a tightened hand No cure, no end, no saving grace Only the dark that wears your face And when the silence fills the air The wound still lingers, unaware No closure found, no end in sight Just endless suffering in the night