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White walls and tiles line my new reality(trapped in the sterile room with only myself for company) and the scars
are incriminating(that’s why my check up is so early this year) and i wonder why no-one-will-look-me-in-the-eye.
Memories are morphing into blurs of fact and fiction, and i can’t distinguish between the two
(Mommy crying in the corner, Daddy standing by the tub, and my Broken Angel descended to take me with Him(He’s
too late, too late, they’re pulling me back and I.can’.them.)) and is that why they’ve locked me away?
Darling, Your wings are soot stained and torn, and are those Blood Tears falling from Your eyes(mine
have a habit of breaking through my skin(all on their own, I Swear!))? “The red water i was soaking in,
it was just a bath, really, and the hue was leeched from my Skin!” Darling (Angel), save me from this world of waifs and wars,
just fly me away with You (down to that dark place(it’s not so scary if i’m with You)) i’m sure it’s better than
this hell hole we call l.i.f.e.-What’s taking You so long? But then i awoke and was falling (falling fast from Your grasp)
into the arms of my “heroes” (the bastards who stole You away from me(again)) that revived me so i could
continue my (pitiful) existence in this (god forsaken) world.
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