It burned itself into memories.
Solid scars that never fade away.
In the mind and in the heart
They stay carved and slowly
dumb and numb me down.
Dried up tears cover bitterness
As its salt encase this anger.
These eyes grow cold and wrinkled
Dreaming of the missing sweetness,
drowning instead from sour sweat.
Is it scary when the night is naught
dark enough to disappear and hide in?
Shadows linger, so does the meager
existences Clawing at the skin,
Gnawing at the present
Choke out the meaninglessness.
It doesn't go away.
There's no such silence to quiet down
the screaming anguish in this heart.
Thursday, June 11, 2009 at 10:23am
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