Flawed

A walking collection of scars and mistakes
A mark in the skin, watch the surface break.
A liar to myself, innocent and free to the rest.
A witness to the massacre, one cannot erase.
Someone else beneath the skin, wearing my face.
Disconnected from the hands that bear creation,
Discarded from the heart that bled deception.
With what seems like eternal consequence
Barely a tremor of my lungs can keep me alive
When the gallows at the end appear into sight.
Constellations illuminate in pitch black despair
Luminous eyes stare into the elliptical of twine.
Dark wings lift me to the height of the knot.
Breeding a sickness within my thinning flesh
Looking to escape, much like blood from veins.
Clawing at the surface, broken skin remains.
Walking to the beat of a lifeless heart,
Taking time to recollect on every falter.
Failing spines of forestry die with every breath,
Cut away the fallen blades, circulate a path.
Powerless winds shudder the rusting leaves,
Ominous moonlight lies iridescent in the sky
When the opulent mirror enters sight,
A stream of regret befalls glowing skin.
The arched rope, motionless over air
Quietly awaits to be narrowly embodied.
Only too familiar to the texture on wrenching skin.
The weight pressing on the weakened board
Crackles slowly as the grasp tightens.
Within a tremble of my clouded eyes,
The trust in the feeble ply falls short,
Fibers claw into blood barren flesh
And the bones fracture in unison.