Post by Crystal on Apr 18, 2010 19:05:09 GMT -5
There are times ticking
On the bruised and battered heart
Singing tearful songs
Of the Midnight long ago
Forgotten Stories
Of those who are yet to speak
Bringing such comfort
To their poor hurting, tired souls
They clap, full of joy
Until it happens again
Wounds cutting so deep
Souls of blood, pouring like wine
They cry out, “Stop it!”
But the pain only worsens
Flesh eaten alive
Scores of lines tracing across
Their bodies and souls
Bringing nothing but more tears
Always repeating
The same steps, likened and fastened
On the bruised and battered heart
Singing tearful songs
Of the Midnight long ago
Forgotten Stories
Of those who are yet to speak
Bringing such comfort
To their poor hurting, tired souls
They clap, full of joy
Until it happens again
Wounds cutting so deep
Souls of blood, pouring like wine
They cry out, “Stop it!”
But the pain only worsens
Flesh eaten alive
Scores of lines tracing across
Their bodies and souls
Bringing nothing but more tears
Always repeating
The same steps, likened and fastened