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The story of a girl, a song she says, a nightmare's song, and she begins, "wounds heal, pain subsides, scars fade but, never will they disappear." Familiar and yet, unsettling words. As she continues, in song;
I begin to plummet into a nightmare's song, foretold A horrid recollection of lies, flailing past my ears, Like bullets from a smoking gun, puncture my soul Through and through, with the burn of a raging fire, I feel it, the blood of her soul, now entwined with mine Like one we become, as her wretched story unfolds, And like a reflection of his hate, we bear his mark
She paused, "wounds can heal with time."
As I tumble faster, reaching out, with nothing to grasp Was there ever any good in him, for me, for her to hold I come across a face, obscure, like an old time movie Flashing, black and white, distorted, now without sound, Eyes, peering back at me I see, black and unrelenting, And the glare of his rage so bright, it pierces my skin, I clench my fist, my heart is slowly tattered and torn
"The pain", she says, "will subside with time."
As I slowly come to a stop amid a painful path I hear such a horrible sound, some sick, sadistic song, Indistinct words falling from his mouth, stale and bitter, They begin to pour faster as I bleed, bleeding his words I feel him now, his grip, I hear the shatter of glass Though I thought, 'til I feel the ache of broken bones And with the wounds of her nightmare I now bestow,
She whispers, "scars will fade with time."
As I catch my breath, her song I no longer can stand, I scream for her, "please stop singing your song", Her voice I no longer hear, just the beat of the drum, Wait, that's my heart, it's racing, the heart of the song A blinding light, my eyes I tighten, filled with tears, As they open, I see only me, still bearing her scars, But, there's only me and a faint echo of my screams,
I say to myself, "the scars may fade but, never will they disappear."
The words come easy, across my chapped lips As if spoken a thousand times before, they sting I come to my feet, drenched in sweat and tears As I walk across a sunlit room, my reflection I see, Her scars, faded, my body they have conquered The pain I no longer feel, blood, I no longer bleed And across the mirror words I've written, I read,
"wounds heal, pain subsides, scars fade but, never will they disappear."
Twisted-Danceing-Corpse · Mon Sep 03, 2007 @ 05:26am · 0 Comments |
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