Screaming....screaming......break the flesh. Take the head and empty
it. Bore through the bone to find the bit. The broken pipe that
doesn't fit. A nervous bleeding. A broken song. A dark clad child sings
along. Her voice is cracking. Her emerald eyes stained red. Weary
teardrops the ground is fed. She doesn't understand. Her mind
cannot fathom. The mother that left her. A drug addiction that
founded:
A broken home.
A broken house.
A broken heart that had no chance.
I think there is something wrong,
A sorrow that builds upon a shaky foundation.
There is nothing left here,
Only the ruins of a burnt home.
Ashes that swirl in the whisper of mourn.
See the tears that soak the earth?
The walls that crumble at the sound.
Watch the flesh split.
Let the water drown.
Born of ashes,
Shall I tredge.
A lonely grave at the waters edge.
Stained with blood we cannot cleanse.
The murky shadows at the end.
COMMENTS
Watch the child run and play, see the smile on her face. Tears that fall from silent eyes. Cries that echo in the night. See the house as it burns. A lonely place where the fire churns. Beneath the rubble was a home. Broken and cold, but never alone. Filled with secrets that kept her bound. Tied her hands to the ground.
Killed the soul that longed to fly. Watch her now as she walks, silent footsteps that echo naught.There is something hidden deep. Within the soul that still does weep. As she walks through her life. A smile plays in the candle light. Vengeance seers in her blood. Singing songs that cannot be unsung. Watch her smile twisted and sick. Watch the light play on this. Open the scene with blood that sheds. Something so cruel that cannot be said. See the flesh that touches the ground, see that the wings are no where to be found.
COMMENTS
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GRTR1
01:54 Dec 25 2019
sad yet nice