A Faint Sigh,
Blood Begging To Be Freed,
Broken Heart Begging To Be Forgotten.
Tonight I Dream No More,
Nor Do I Have My Lost Luster,
That Once Radiated In My Closed Eyes.
Gems Running Down My Stone Face,
"Hurt No More," I Say.
Silent Vow,
Only I---
Will Ever Know Why The Doors Within,
Are Forever Sealed.
Exposed Skin,
A Slight Nip,
Warmth Drips From My Body-
Leaving Me Cold.
The Only Solution I Know,
Or Should I Say-
That I Care For.
-
Draven Taylor (1995)
