Masochism

Samantha took her short, trimmed fingernails and scratched bobby’s arm revealing blood that dripped to his hands and down his fingers.  He discovered his wound, chuckled to himself, ran his left hand through the cut, playing with his own discharge with an enormous grin on his face.  After studying his new marks, he tilted his chin upwards, staring at Samantha, sending her direct eye contact that bled through the surface of her, and searched for something.  He continued to search though those hazel eyes, for a reason for this abuse and the reason they were even together in the first place.

Stance; Heart

Stance: Heart

Cultivate, Idealize, Enslaved by the breed
Someone, you, hold the water for me
Decide on the structure, plead for trembles
Can you open? My hands are tied, you must assemble
Blinded by the Alive, Awake to be Dead
Burned by the furnace, Opened in the Shed
I can't go back, I don't even have a bed
Tracks laid down by past generations
Some may follow, others watch with a patience
Others build their own, Some construct them for others
but no one listens to their mother
The sky is just a far fetched wish
Those white clouds are just served on a gray dish
Frowning with a smile in their eyes
Truth speaks no words but silence, Tells it all,
Sometimes the fall can be the first to fragment
Shattered and Scattered afar
All the black couldn't hide the ashes in the stars
Sprinkled and Trickled down to the Saviors
All the chemicals wouldn't change our behaviors
These lonesome faces, paces to the left and right
But no one, not even Death, could take a blind mans sight
Those bones stuck in the mud still look beautiful
And us humans, just keep building and building
Using our hands, our craft and labor, filling and filling
Soon it will be stacked up
Leaving this Constructural generation and decide on a new layer
So all we are doing, is doing our future selves a favor
Lets hold the Earth and keep it cool