Burning Scars

Written by: uniC CJonr

I can not paint, the saint to colors -

In the skies of the butterflies - 

I am lost in a field, i am standing in corn - 

I feed my blood to the spoils on the battleground -

I am dead to the still born - 

I see silver in the moon, i am black to her back - 

I lookout of my window, i am in lifes prison without bars - 

My arms are bound, my wrists are bleeding - 

Although my wounds are healed, i am burning with scars - 

My world on fire in the tornado of rain - 

My turmoil of thunder is the depth of my pain