Stability is a relative term,
when speaking of madness.
Those days left me long ago,
I remember it feeling like home,
and it's still such a tempting offer.
A history of my madness,
can be traced on onion-skin,
paper,
even by the poorest artists.
You'll find father figures,
lovers,
friends,
and those of greatness.
We all end up face down,
sucking on the dirt with our,
dead faces, flesh rots to bone,
we massage the dirt with cheek bones,
protruding from our skulls with their worn,
enamel.
There is no shell for the hearts,
and each abandonment kills a,
piece of heart,
that will never return,
but will never leave either;
a representation of the Damned.
Be certain,
we are all the Damned.
Andy Veilleux 
J’aime celui ci, c’est bon!
The imagery of decaying flesh is intense.
Despite the negative connotation, I do agree with what it represents. You may never regain that specific pleasure that you had with a lost love/friend/family member, and that piece of you seems gone forever when they leave your life. Though people may mask the scars formed by starting other relationships, the cuts will show through the cover-up until it fades, but never completely, with time.
Well done 🙂
We all have an interesting way of piling scars on top of scars when it comes to our social connections, especially with love and seeking love. Thanks Tarra.