The seconds slow like coming death,
The air feels bitter cold,
Sunlight withdraws its feeble rays
Leaving only shadows to behold.
Crimson waters flow swiftly
Into rising lakes of tears,
Your image tatooed on eyelids,
Constantly, it sears.
Drip, drip...drops of pure life
Falling wasted on the ground,
Don't forget your promise
To which my soul is bound.
Sacrifice into the raging fire,
Take the knife out of my back,
Use it to gouge out my eyes
So you can fade into the black.
And still I would wait,
Long gone deaf in silence,
Broken in obedient submission
Bruised and tattered by nonsense.
The seconds slow like coming death
And I pray that they would rewind,
So I could remember to forget how to feel
And instead, forever, stay blind.
Author notes
I wrote this when I was going through a particularly rough time in my relationship and was counseling a few others in their relationships as well. Needless to say, I wasn't feeling very well.
Things are all worked out now. Thanks for reading.
Written February 6th, 2006
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very very good
you can feel the emotion through you words and it was a pleaure to read.
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