When he smashed the   glass into my face  did he realise the scar above my   eye would become a life metaphor?    Toe-to-toe, tribe-to-tribe  even cavemen hid their blades    I arrived home late  she nursed my wounds  and took me to bed 

I'm losing my voice in the voidit still echoes but feels so far awaywithin me I listen for my thoughtsfading quickly, I hear the waves of the abysswashing over my soulI'm becoming one again a part of the wholewhere...

seeking consolation in a touchsweet understanding is the way you love mesadness peaks and I hold myself tightmy heart wants to reach out to youbut I fear I will make it harder for youlosing myself in the mortalmy soul...