Virgin Days

By Laura Dee Battle November 24, 2014 Aged a lifetime in the span of a year Between right and wrong; the pain in my tears I fear this is all I will ever get to know The gloom in the clouds; the eyes of the crows Barren land of long forgotten sons The blood that I shed to say I had won It's never so care free as I make it out to be Read between the seams and see my insecurities Don't try to understand the places I have been Don't want you to ever know the pain I'm letting in No longer can I hide the screams inside my dreams Honestly, to me, not everything is what it seems So memories deceive our daily reckoning The weighing of the scales in days the demons sing My chest is caving in beneath the heels of heavy boots This toxic place of mine is breaking at it's brittle roots I know this apocolyptic weather will make me a little rough Remembering days of healing cuts before my skin was tough enough I'm searching the silence in my mind for a better siren song So, please don't mind the violence; cause my heart will never be wrong