Wednesday, January 5, 2011

The innocent will be the ones that kill you
Because they don’t know any better
Because their thinking is so pure
Even when he tries a hand at deviousness
He continues through life perplexed
While I burn in the hell he’s put me in
Trapped in my skin deep jail cell

The walls were the first to catch fire
It quickly spread
From my legs to my mid section to my chest to my arms
I want to cry but who would hear
Even a drop of water would seem like a stream now

I curse him
I curse me

The fire violates every inch of me
I feel the agony
But I can’t
Won’t
Let myself die with dignity
This fire doesn’t deserve that

It should be hosed roughly
Intensely
It deserves the cries of pain
Of surrender
Until I’m lifeless
With no voice
No spirit
Reduced to ashes
Still
Just glowing

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