Monday, November 8, 2010

Silence

Scarlet cries my arm raises into these hours so late
Even the sky put on its mourning attire for my sake

Paper cuts scattered all over my burdened mind
Microcuts within my chest beautifully aligned

Brand new cuts settled now on my skin
The aftermath leaves me blind to this sin

My darkened eyes drink up the numbing bliss
While silence bestows on me a catatonic kiss

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