*Forgive me, for I am condemned.
My love I see you every night,
But the flames keep me away.
I try to reach out, to save you;
The heat is too intense, it defeats me.
I can not see you through searing pain.
Your screams tear me apart, I am beaten back.
Then there is silence and I hear you no more,
Tears fall, the agony as they trace my burnt flesh.
Oh Megan, I miss you more than life itself;
You were my life, my soul, my reason to be.
Why were you taken from me, love, pray tell me?
You now haunt my nightmares, I still hear you.
Your screams split apart my sanity, and the mirror;
It forever reminds me of this scar that Hell gave me.
Now I only have the darkness inside, and shown in words.
These very words I write, as if I am to be forever cursed,
Cursed to need to remember your face, with this dead heart.*
Jan 26, 2011
Jan 26, 2011 at 6:01 PM UTC
*Forgive me, for I am condemned.
My love I see you every night,
But the flames keep me away.
I try to reach out, to save you;
The heat is too intense, it defeats me.
I can not see you through searing pain.
Your screams tear me apart, I am beaten back.
Then there is silence and I hear you no more,
Tears fall, the agony as they trace my burnt flesh.
Oh Megan, I miss you more than life itself;
You were my life, my soul, my reason to be.
Why were you taken from me, love, pray tell me?
You now haunt my nightmares, I still hear you.
Your screams split apart my sanity, and the mirror;
It forever reminds me of this scar that Hell gave me.
Now I only have the darkness inside, and shown in words.
These very words I write, as if I am to be forever cursed,
Cursed to need to remember your face, with this dead heart.*
based on Byron Lorde (Phantom)
