generosity from your body has been drained
the honey sucked from a flower after an early morning rain
hath been replaced by a vile and putrid juice
when I look at you, I see a depserate life pleading for truce
...
a dead flower
a frown
hazy clouds and smoke
all things so beautiful to me
...
drooping willow trees, along a cold, lonely creek
praying to the river to not wash it's foundation, it's sweet soil away
to take from it's roots' grasp will fall deep down in the water to lay
sleeping in rot in the fast flowing grave
...
I know if I put it that way
I would lose you
the way it is now
gives a little and takes a little
...
the night descends unto me like the devil on a helpless soul
I feel it coming, slowly turning my blood cold
gripping it's claws tight round my body
never setting me free
...
scauleded by the burning light of the sun,
covering charred pupils with my hands,
the flesh has disintegrated and now melted,
falls dripping in a puddle on the tile floor.
...
You'll never see how beautiful you truly are
all you see are the cuts, bruises and scars
you don't deserve what has been done
hate and hurt has left you numb
...
the silence hangs like leaden clouds
echoing down every hall
caging my mind
ricocheting throughout my head
...
the silence hangs like lead on my mind
shackling my thoughts
consuming the process
of idea to action
...
the burning embers inside lay creeping
love in my heart is surely sleeping
shunned by a harsh and distant sorrow
will find it's way in another tomorrow
...