Opened Up Secrets

My habits disgust you.
deepening scare so only blood remains.
You scream your disapproval,
ever tightening the strain.
So much for my sanity.
So much for spoken promises.
To much time to take this in.
To much,
but it dwindles on.
As you rest against the wall unnerved,
looking back into shameful eyes,
hatred brews from the outside.

My body becomes the scenery.
My marks become to great.
I break.
My tears start flowing free as blood,
to what was always at stake.
And with a catalystic glare,
your eyes never looked so true.
My habits disgust you.

You take your vision from my eyes.
Your concentration licks despise.
I hate myself for what I've done,
how I hide and run.
I had this decision in my hand,
washing over the sifting sands,
wind wrinkles by like flowing water
laid out on what you see.
And for this reason truth is shown,
is known,
but completely new.
My habits disgust you.