Calming and soothing the air around them blows
People sit around concentrating
It’s a hidden secret no one knows
Hidden behind tall trees draping the door
Trees that shelter the wounded

Scars and cuts otherwise forgotten
Brought to the surface by music
Tired and confused they rest
All together experiencing the reality
They have created this world

Hidden in a abandoned building
Underground where people do not dare to go
It’s a hideaway to the unknown
The scars reopen and bleed words
Onto a page of endless lines

They conceptualize ideas that are new
Creative words take form
Not making sense to the normal ear
The sounds expressed are unfamiliar
The people understand but the outside world does not

Taking the blood and smearing the walls
The blood makes a poetic balance appear
Words misconskrewed and blended
Scars, cuts, deep wounds are opening
Bleeding out poetry of and pain and remorse