Sunday, December 4, 2011

HURT


Chilled through the spine
The wave that flew by
The fear of the mortal
Quaked away my heart
Rambling my thoughts I searched
Looked for all the memories
Something snapped inside
For there was no scar on me
Pain excruciating only it was
Then your face flashed
The knife twined to your fingers
Seared away my soul
That character that image
I lost of me...
Was I the foe you despised?
The enemy you wanted killed?
Know, I won’t go away
Not to be defeated by a cut
I would stay, scarred
Mark my words o’ friend