there's a
lightning bolt
stitched
in my
heart
by golden
needles
silver
thread
it Is where
one ripped
apart
my
world
leaving me
for
dead

there's a
scar that's
on my
skin
looking
like a
run in
sheerest
silk
the knife that
cut as black
as
sin
the flesh it cut
as pale as
milk

o'r the
snow a
raven
flies
darker than a
fast closed
room
try
but you
can not
disguise
the
light within
which
seals
your

DOOM



soulsurvivor
catherine jarvis
(C) october 21, 2014