Run,
she agrees;
run, run away again.
Behind the horizon stands new hope,
or just another graveyard of memories?
The chamber is acoustic,
a sound travels between walls
made to be a dungeon,
like a mirror without reflection.
Yes, the cloak is waved with darkness,
smile is pale, face unfriendly-
can he be anything else?
Yes, curiosity is one path,
recklessness is a choice...
Disappointment's the only way.
The words are buried in a sink
of a cube built with injustice.
The expectations are burned down.
Run,
she wants that;
run, run away again.
Somewhere far from here the light
is born in red trails.
Red like a fire,
like the blood that was spilled.
We follow our own traces,
standing together under the frozen sun,
looking back on everything
that we could be, but we wasn't
in front of the unreflective mirrors.
I am blind for the screams
let out in agony.
I'm deaf for the pain.
Emotions are my guide, my dungeon
my past and future, my everything.
Haunted...
Run,
she's laughing;
run, run away again.
And the first tear falls as the blood trickles down my arm..
 xx-Amy-xx-aka-Rex-xx · Thu Aug 09, 2007 @ 11:10pm · 0 Comments |
