An itch beneath the surface,
"Fuck this filth!"
Scratch it out as the darkness spills.
Right under the skin.
for all my sins.
Water cascading down,
an attempt to scrub it away.
Nothing pure and innocent remains
You stroke her cheek with your gentle touch,
yet in her eyes i see only disgust...
she smiles weakly at your lingererd gaze,
but the shimmer in her own eyes already fades -
till there's nothing but the blackness of night;
just a deathly void, a desperate plight.
I saw the bruises on her shoulder,
and my hate for you turned even colder.
With your iron grip on her tortured mind
she's trapped and broken, your slave confined.
Was the process of breaking her part of your plans?
Because you are now holding those broken pieces in your hands.
Broken in soul and broken in spirit;
is your quest for control really worth it?
Sifting back through the memories of where i grew up,
a dusty little town, barely on the map.
Between nerens and nowhere, primarily known for being unknown,
hated it at first. but i'm rooted here; from here grown.
A 6 year old girl, sitting outside my parents' cafe
on a crate, never thought life's journey started there; MY way.
It shaped me into the woman i am today,
and i'm proud of the people who had a part in my life's play.
Ordinary folk, who told me legends and tales around a fire,
setting my imagination in motion as the flames flickered higher.
I soaked it all up, engraved it in my memory; life's fables
while the o
Frayed at the edges, the fabric of a torn mind;
ripped to pieces and paid in kind,
a void, a nothingness, left unfilled,
the last spark left mercilessly killed,
a whisper of thoughts and what they once were,
poisoned by the blackness and left without a cure...
fading slowly as they die a painful dath, a mere
phantom of their formaer structure, now devoid of breath...