the enzyme of truth cut through ruses of raw reality;
unblemished, my layers, once shed without resistance;
return to me, oh prodigal existence of the rational mind;
magnified bruises of doubt and indiscretion, stain flesh untainted by consequence;
psyche runs fluid, into a river of drowning daydreams;
heart marked for life, scarred totem in honour of our whispers;
to heal, the sting must multiply;
to grow, the screams must amplify.