as they came and broke the silence
the violence in my red heart raged
not enough blood to avenge and
quench the thirst locked and caged
more than your guilt can harbour
there are always more wars to wage
and you think it must be a dream
so you scream yourself awake
only to have birth in the mirror
a reflection perhaps more than self
words fade into the cold whisper
on the other side, as far no one can tell
only a dream you whisper again
as if monsters pity a forsaken child
counting memories to keep sane
slowly turning poisoned and vile
they break down the walls, as if
nothing had stood there all these years
if they have to take my all, so be it
I've always known more than my tears
i have struggled to wear them masks
painted black and white, grey and sorrow
one-day they'll be here to take me at last
but even now my days feel so hollow
so they say we all bleed the same
tell me, have you ever tasted blood
how can they be more than my blame
when I've never known as they have such
in every drop of ash spilled and combust
burns an ocean of dawn and dusk
in the depths where rotten flesh rusts
breeds the darkness, bones and dust
from there I will find myself again
so deep, even scars won't reach there
and the dead would heed my claim
I will feed, on ones far and dear
a few noises and then morbid silence
silver haze falling through a window
there by the stars in the sky, I see
drops of love falling as cries a widow
I've seen it all before, I have had
enough to make you mad, and trapped
I've known them talk to me, and go back
only a glimpse of hell makes you go black
they can eat me as they would like
i am more than the bones they can break
what do you do to the dog who bites
you bite that dog back than be a slave
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