My sin is left as a tangible mark On my right hip, where bones meet The scabs have peeled off now Leaving smooth white scores Cutting across my already-pale skin.
How did I let it come to this? There's no point anymore to pain It no longer brings the pleasure That it once filled my mind with Consuming my tears as they fell And making a watery fire of them
My nails used to bite patterns Into my palms as half-moons While I tasted blood in my mouth From where my teeth pinched my lip Fighting back the scream and faint At the sight of my own blood
And there's no more release from it Nothing comes of this torture Except that I harm my loved one He cries rivers of anger and frustration For all his vain efforts and chivalry My knight has set down his sword Handed it over to my smoothed fingers
The dragon circles and I eye the blade Remembering the ones that came before How they all shone the same Promising that sweet dip into flesh Before the searing pain hit me Knocking me backwards into the sea Where I drown because I am alone By my own reckless choices.
Sonhadora · Tue Jan 31, 2006 @ 06:06am · 0 Comments |