Blisters Of A Old Wound Poem by Elisha De La Rosa

Do my words appears to be a lie
My mind is at peace, in one piece at last
And my heart is finally confined
But there's a aching, an aching from a past

My dreams have spoken
As it whispers her name to me
Just achieving it would be enough
TO BE FREE! ! ! ! ! !

My smile was stolen
Then it was returned to me
The mask comes off, tainted by blood
I'M FREE! ! ! ! ! ! !

The hole in my chest finally closed
But it left blisters to fester
The warm thoughts and reality froze
AS I VOILENTLY REMEMBER!

MY MIND WAS ONCE HEALED BY ME!
AND IT TOOK TIME TO REALIZE!
THAT THIS UNFADED MEMORY!
WILL MATERIALIZED! ! ! ! ! ! !

Everything is consumed
By my selfishness
I should have knew
That she would come back for vengeance.

My wound, my disease
My sweet Vermillion
My face, my desire
My sweet Vermillion

(5/31/12)