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A Barren Wasteland of Me

If I could not cry another day
windless breaths close in
a salt stained bib of pain and deceit
capturing what little was left of a shattered heart
bless me for the sins of a destroyer
are all I have left to cling to
sanity's case lost against hearts cause
a fractured visage of what I once was
glory bathed in the light of a flickering you
has grown dark and aged to a wilted pedals
rose soft thought hard as rock
A feeling of cold unshakable
as the eyes can see
and the heart can feel
I begged
and I cried
for someone that lost faith in me
Eyes down-fallen the ground
a shaded color of my lifeless call
I will find no other
I will seek no other
a distant reminder of broken down strength
an emptied chasm of a soul
with only a fraction of emotion swelling
hollowed out me
I would have traded the world
I would have traded my life
but for now I see that all is lost
in words that held no more meaning to me
a barren wasteland of what I one called love.