A Red Wound Picture

I look up at the bounded sky
And imagine the linked pictures
And then rub them off
I carve the promises on my chest
Words go on endlessly
And eternity hides the end
The sky keeps looking at the present
I keep looking at the past
Rend the clouds and cover my ears
Vague words of the future. I won’t listen
See the eternal field with my eyes shut
Imagine a destroyed picture
Grasp the concocted stories
They nail us up. They bind us up
Scars seen after the strife
Gentleness of the tears I shed
Evil prickles on a tiny heart
Redness of the blood I shed
Redness of the blood I shed