when tears stain the threads of
of your childhood blanket
when the promise dies
and withering hyde binds you
when your lifeline snaps
and you run away
when you can't hide the pain
when its flowing through your veins
like ice melting off an arctic cage
trapped for ages you lay
in the ditch by the road back
from the inferno
when you resolve to ashes
then the fates draw your matches
when the wind blows them through
and nothing is left to cradle a flame-
when there isn't a scrap left to mend
and you are buried in your own skin
when all that's left is night
what's been lost cries out of sight.
Nov 6, 2013
Nov 6, 2013 at 5:40 PM UTC
when tears stain the threads of
of your childhood blanket
when the promise dies
and withering hyde binds you
when your lifeline snaps
and you run away
when you can't hide the pain
when its flowing through your veins
like ice melting off an arctic cage
trapped for ages you lay
in the ditch by the road back
from the inferno
when you resolve to ashes
then the fates draw your matches
when the wind blows them through
and nothing is left to cradle a flame-
when there isn't a scrap left to mend
and you are buried in your own skin
when all that's left is night
what's been lost cries out of sight.
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