Sunday, January 10, 2010

It killed me to see you getting always rejected

Knives can do no more than cut
But flesh can heal.
Guns can do no more than pierce
But wounds can close.

Whips can slice,
Fists can bruise.
Bones can be broken,
Ligaments can be torn.

I can be beaten
Bloodied, broken, and bruised.
But the beauty of these wounds
Is that they fade with time, and faintly remind.

But a fallen teardrop,
A callous heart, a loveless soul...
These wounds leave me not,
And they alone can kill.
Wounds by Astral Flare

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

I'd like to see more of your own written work.