scars cut like roads
that wind around your bones
it was snowing ashes
and your heart was aflame
your tongue grew cold
because you grew silent
your teeth were tired
and your feet ached
you hated your skin
but your eyes dried
and your fingers lay stiff
while the pain carried you away
Aug 17, 2014
Aug 17, 2014 at 11:33 PM UTC
scars cut like roads
that wind around your bones
it was snowing ashes
and your heart was aflame
your tongue grew cold
because you grew silent
your teeth were tired
and your feet ached
you hated your skin
but your eyes dried
and your fingers lay stiff
while the pain carried you away