The child-like screams of my past
shadows on my face
significant mask
I hide behind my scars
giving from the ones I onced loved
my family flocked liked simple doves.
The passions of my screams,
only one person can hear me.
Save me from myself.
This is not the way it should be.
Kiss my scrars, rub my burns,
wipe my tears, calm my fears,
he can only hear.
Tame the beast that lives within my soul.
Shattered heart, burn.
Flames take toll.
he won't let me burn,
Not to let this demon turn.
My passions of my screams ,
Forever help me.
To be continued.... maybe |