shed the scratches
parking lot outside
its breathing
traffic in and out
life goes on as penance
new creations good
and worries colored
them , the weak and lowly
wicked truth is found .
we found evil in the house
crawling through the hallway
we sat back , we never blinked
troubled wisdom , power .
doubled you and stable me
battered for a breakthrough .
someone ive met
another out of place
was less a threat
our first was worse .
my evil ways
your lies and secrets
not believe but what they do
gather strength from madness .
all my broken bones
and rigid skin
vows till death together .
humbled deadly
when they broke and entered
me and you forever
now to never be the same .
for seven years of wounds
collected on our wander since
but did they dig their spurs in ?
do you still fear our first
knocking down our door ?
do you still taste
the blood and shame ?
still search for missing teeth ?