Sunday, February 6, 2011

Burning tears

Beneath the new sun of the morning
The scars of yesterday might fade
But the tears on my face
Burned anew every night
Will be visible forever
Staining my skin
With salt and trails
Never loved
Never held
In sweet embrace
I’ll exist
And be gone
Without a trace
I am a haunting
I am a grave
Covered with skin
I am empty
I am a vacuum
Filled with sin
There is nothing
But my soul
Painted black
Bleeding sorrow
As with every mood
The dark has control
And there is nothing
To console me
For there is nothing
But the trails of tears
That sting with salt
And water