Scream, for love traps you
In the embrace of barbed wire
Slicing your heart wide open
With blunt, rusted razor blades
So bleed the scarlet icicles
As your soul begins to die
Dark longing surrounds you
Loneliness comes crawling
Does your heart now shatter?
Where no one dares to look
To see blistered tears Etched
On a face masked with fear
But if only you remove your mask
Mayhap the Sun may kiss it
So roses without thorns may grow
Then love could have no pain
May 25, 2016
May 25, 2016 at 11:30 AM UTC
Scream, for love traps you
In the embrace of barbed wire
Slicing your heart wide open
With blunt, rusted razor blades
So bleed the scarlet icicles
As your soul begins to die
Dark longing surrounds you
Loneliness comes crawling
Does your heart now shatter?
Where no one dares to look
To see blistered tears Etched
On a face masked with fear
But if only you remove your mask
Mayhap the Sun may kiss it
So roses without thorns may grow
Then love could have no pain
Copyright © Chris Smith 2014
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