Needle pierced hide
A necessary pain to stand whole
As the Thread passes through my skin,
holding together the bruised, bloody, falling pieces
A single drop of blood drops to stain the ground

These dark tendrils claw at my feet
They demand retribution
They split the skin so that the Red Sea may flow
But the stitches close the abyss, saving the crimson elixir of life

A clear tear drop stains my mask, cracking it
As each glass shard of lies falls, the face beneath is revealed
A barren wasteland eroded from the waterworks
And dull black orbs lay there staring straight ahead
With a sliver of light in the sea of black

The silver scars glow with anger,
demanding to be let free and opened for the Red Sea
But the stitches keep them closed and keep me alive

Battle scars and Thread dominate my body
The silver lines, the signs of a great battle
The zig zags of the thread, a sign of the will to live

I'm broken, bleeding, and marred
Held together with a thin silver Thread
A silver Thread of hope

I may be hideous and deformed from the damage done
But my silver stitching keeps me together and going
For the day when I'll be strong enough to not rely on my silver Thread
When I too, will be beautiful
Like my silver Threads of hope
The silver Threads of hope that have kept me alive