Tragedy Soaked Paradise

Only once before have I cried
Tears made of sunlight 
My pain
Is released of me bleeding rain
I forget my name 

In a tragedy soaked paradise
I guess, all that is lost will carry a price 
Then demons begin to feel nice

Fingertips pressed in soil 
Become roots penetrating the earth 
We are children of the planets 
Making love and war
Staring
And asking the galaxy
Just what we were brought here for 
"What purpose do I serve?"
"What breath do I deserve?"

I gave up my seat
To gain the appreciation of the creature
Crawling beside me 

Now, inside me 
As far as this will let me see
Is this beast
Rage-filled, hatred
Living in my heart
Feeding off of what tears me apart 
With long jagged nails
Threatening to rip through my skin 
With a razor tongue and a wicked grin 
He is caged within 

Then my chaotic chariot burns my skin 
Horses made of flames 
Draped in plague
I still forget my name
Ice cold eyes
Reigns held by demise 
Drawn by the one
Whose urges I despise
In my dreams 
He had hooves for feet 
And bright red eyes
That thing inside of me
That makes me burn alive
Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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