Ah, beautiful torment. It can be a real painful ordeal to go through no matter how you try twist it otherwise.
Every
needle that pierces my flesh, a reminder of what I lost long ago.
Stitched
on a tapestry, etched in a million tiny fragments.
Not
sure where I'm going, not really caring.
Scolding
hot flames marring my body.
Screams
filling my lungs as I spiral in death.
Blood
dripping out of me and now upon the floor.
A
caress upon my molten cheek, cold as winter snow.
Why do
these tears still fall in this inner void of mine?
This
path I tread filled with so much pain.
Unable,
incapable of letting go of loves distant touch.
Fragmented,
never whole for what is whole,
but
some other dream?
Screams
of revelation, brought by love,
paid
back in betrayal.
Sinking
in a pit of pitch and empty love.
Recalling
times past as I lay upon this wheel.
Cradling
my face as sobs of pain echo this chamber.
Staring
upon the corpse of a friend long ago.
This
wheel turns as wheels do,
revealing
to me painful memories best left forgotten.
Desires
smile and loves cruel frown.
Compliments
laid upon my feet, empty in deed and in words.
Where
they really belong, is for another.
There
lips met in soft passion whilst I am left behind.
Lost in darkness and despair.
-Jeff B-
-Jeff B-
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