Branded

Random words heard unearth
Swirling patterns of brand new thought
Water shed
He bled
Tying bed sheets in and out of knots
Wrought with iron or perhaps with steel
His will was enough
Rough as it was
His heart belonged to her
Spurred on by intense
Moments of passion
He composed songs
No ear has ever heard
Deep into the dark heart of the blackness
You helped me understand
Remanding myself scientifically
When I was in the palm of your hands
Soul cry