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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 |
