Still Broken

In a dream I call your name my Fate sweet Persephónē this wounded Heart beseeches your return broken Bottles and razorblades adorn my Wrists streaming blood my escape still Broken my soul awaits your homecoming My muse or death shall be my best friend in Rushes of red I am delivered to your doorstep this Long journey has taken it's toll and I am barely Able to knock no answer porch lights have caught Fire and left scorched my welcoming party of None desires into one and your arms have forgotten To exist so no hugs greet my tears still broken glass Shards to wipe my feet home sweet home written In a shade of crimson all too familiar it’s scent causes my Veins to reminisce tis their lover wind howls through Cracks in broken windows reflect intimate evils Stalk minute instances of joy on shoulders whispering Them to the dark side sinners bearing halos so we Don’t mind strolling condemned to hell the Rooms in this house I remember them well your Bedroom our playground no longer beckons My games and my tongue begs to forget how Your four lips taste broken cups spilling Amnesia to the curve up your thighs now a Cobweb sanctuary broken darkness the light Above my head no longer visits for it’s still Broken…