When I close my eyes all I can see is the pain I feel inside
the wounded crevices of yesterday the caves of solid night
and while the moon slow hesistates the shadows soon invite
a woman bound and tearful, between the sheets of byzentine
Every silent drop of silence is a sorrowful language of mourn
and all her laughter lines of yonder have turned to solid clay
she's lost her spark for life for his tender arms no longer hold
the shivering body of her frame , now thats a crying shame...
And so the magic stars of night begin to shine to no avail
he's turned her inside out and left her shades of gray
the pillows bare and the comforter is wrinkled and unused
she winds us feeling sad, discomfortingly abused...
When I close my eyes all I can see is the pain I feel inside
all the shadows of the night accomplices of fright
and as the moon glides by and hides away her light
she cries, between the sheets, of byzentine ...
Categories:
discomfortingly, heartbreak,
Form: Quatrain