Castle of cards

With every passing second
The paleness of the milky hand,
Breaks forth to reveal a glimpse of crimson.
Deeper and deeper,
The sharpness that glides over the veins,
Intertwining beneath the transclucent sheen of skin,
Pushes forth, smoothly revealing a world of truth untold.
The drops of scarlet, ghostly and unreal,
Tell a story thats different from the one that you and me know.
Every cut and neat slit betrays a world of darkness
Time takes a side step to watch the horrors slowly unfold.
A past full of pain, thats becoming old.
The long, artistic fingers run over the still oozing openings
Faint ridges curtaining an ocean of misery
Moving close to shut out any of the view that earlier was
Threatening to bring down the castle of cards, prudently set
For years and longer,
A secret yet.
Ensconsing the pain that is surging to come out
Forever sealing the castle
The castle of cards.
One gust of wind,
There it goes.
Silver hits the board as she's taken over
The world goes misty.
There it came, the gust of wind,
Blowing the wick holding the tiny flame up for so long.
One card slips down another
The castle comes cascading down.