Weeping Wounds

why do the bruises follow my veins?
what are they after?
stalking that way...
tired and tired of nausea.
stiff as riggermortise,
dry as a bone.
depression, the kind like mind controll,
causes dark patterns to form.
must it be like that?
"It just is," Evil replies.
As the tears begin to well from your wounds,
but not the eyes.
no.
they already know for they behold.
somehow they knew ahead of time,
how the shit would unfold...
Of the wounds, they knew too,
although unmade they itched,
almost imperceptibly...
...where the bruises follow my veins.