Is your head a box of stars that you never dare to open? |
Please fight your hungry demons on your own fertile soil… My land is already broken-lifeless and barren Desolate plains and parched valleys of what has become my existence Withering trees, dead flowers strewn across your path And as I walk heavy footed through your heart’s cruel forest You run, wounds gaping with your sword drawn and bloody And I fall at your feet, pleading with your sorrow Licking at your wounds, bitter the taste in my mouth But, you slice through my pain Slash after slash-gushing out is this fury Broken and bruised is my resilience Bleeding out my loneliness like crumbs from your table. Waves of regret and longing stinging at my aggression And I rip open my wounds, begging you to enter Staring at my tattered flesh, you descend and devour Teeth bared, numb tongued-this silence is your weapon – Eating away at the decaying pulp that has become my tattered heart And I am punch-drunk with this longing, as I beg for your mercy Bathed clean are your sins-my fear- your absolution I am raw and wounded, succumbing to your delusions Pushing me away, you breach my worn defenses And I have reached this final ending, but my pain is just beginning Isolation, Desolation... Lost and lonely in your grasp And all I can do is wander through this carnage called my existence My last breaths of surrender whispering quietly “Be It Ended” Blinded by my love, but destroyed by your heart |