Hermione Femalton

A Place In The Dark

Let the fire take your body;
We'll burn all the same.
The blood runs like tears,
Down your broken face.

Well, baby, why'd you blame me?
I'd never wish for this.
In the end it's a plea for death
And escape from this place.

Well wipe away your make-up,
And scream with the damned,
Try to break the chains.
That bind you to the ground.

Kiss good-bye your innocence,
There's no hope for you.
Ring around the roses
And you'll be cut and bound.

Before the thirst over-comes you;
Your lips broken black.
There's a place in the dark;
The place you call your home.

Then you'll try to kill yourself
So it won't be it,
You'd rather die at your own hands
Then perish on your own.

Maybe you'll still remember,
Those you used to know.
Say your final prayer
And may God save your soul.

April 2009

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Poem Submitted: Monday, May 11, 2009

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