Un-quenching lust for scars and lace
for roses scattered here and there
whose thorns entangled in my hair
How is it thou must hear my voice
a whispered hush and not by choice
a rough incessant hollow growl
of murmurings when words do fail
How is it thou must feel my skin
of silk thy tear apart and grin
of shreds thou wear upon thy hands
ragged from thine own demands
How is it thou must seek my name
when seeketh thou someone to blame
when stones at hand are ready by
to silence me if I deny
How is it thou dost slumber well
when down upon mine face I fell
and silently within a cell
I sit within your gates of hell.
On Complexities by The Deviation-{G.R.Battle} is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported License.
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