24-08-2011, 01:48 am
Attempting to conjure some flamboyant memories,
I fail, ending up with charred debris.
For every time that I have smiled, I’m being punished,
‘Twas the way my heart perished.
Resembling fallen petals of a rose,
Are my tears; bloody, with every crystalline singing a prose.
Again what shines through my night,
Trickles down my tear-stained cheek”
What held me strong,
Is now holding me weak;
Recollecting bright summers,
And singing by the creek.
Oh the silver halo,
Oh how I miss,
To see the moon again,
Is all I wish.
In the corner of the night, where I cower,
Hoping would bloom a warm-lighted flower,
Flashes back what once was my life,
Before it was hit with grief and strife –
Dark silhouettes moving against the blinding light;
I see, feeling sparks in a shower,
They who were my friends,
My eternal strength and immortal power,
To writ the dark magic, called love against fear,
Charming atrocities alighted and sheer.
I am broken in fright,
Frigid have gone my vision and sight,
A fallen, broken angel, I rest as, here in pain,
Writhing, shivering, all in vain.
Something I wrote two years ago.