If I sing will it leave a scar?
Beauty never looked into my eyes and took me for its own.
I wanted the glitter, the glamour, the transience,
something to cling to as life lost meaning.
Feeling wanted became a thrill I never knew.
A prayer builds behind my eyes and leaves my lips
but heaven is a closed door for me.
I will extend the invitation but I will not accept it.
That joy, that pain is for you alone,
that love a chastening rod.
I wish on a star but it falls
and in the ensuing darkness I am alone with myself.
Afraid of the mirror I turn away.
I have torn the curtains from my eyes to unveil
a world that does not want me.
My God! My God! Why have you forsaken me?
Forgive me, they are borrowed words,
but the message still rings true.
I have forgotten that which I used to hold,
forsaken that which professed to love me.
She said, "I adore you,"
then raped me with her mind.
Imprisoned in my own thoughts,
feigned insanity becomes a haven.
2007-12-12
01:33:21
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Evadne Soleil
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