Burning Ash Black
The candle witch burns
my sheets.
In and between my
thorns.
Fires the sight in hell,
ash black.
My heart on ice.
My blood is poisoned.
I am prevented.
I am indented.
Love cannot assault the
attack.
I am broken for the
sake of feeling alive.
I am damaged.
I am good not.
I want to feel why live is
real.
Can I begin to be more
being.
Why can I not smell the
seeing.
The truth is not for me.
I will not tell.
My lies are walled
inside the rusted gates.
In the deepest shaft of
hell.
I will never walk any
moon
Nor do I want the cure.
To light as pure.
I will not hide.
I have six to a side.
You do not have to
worry.
I am not one bit sad for
sorry.
I do scream.
In my dreams.
Where my tears are
torn.
With the butterflies.
Burning ash black.
Beyond the path of
death.
In the clear blue skies.
Copyright © Unic Cjonr | Year Posted 2013
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