Contemplation.

Temptation
keeps pulling her back
by the collar.
This human desire,
inclined to sin,
doomed to fail.
Like a puppet on a string,
these fantasies control
her every living.
And the pain just makes it harder,
to restrain herself next time,
to hold back the tears.
Silence makes it hard to breathe,
to fight through another day.
She wants to feel,
wants to love,
but her heart was shattered.
Lost in the storm.
Fragmented dreams,
crushed hopes,
vacant faces,
divided soul,
same old, same old.
Nothing new.
Just the same four walls,
singing 'leave tonight or live and die this way'.
And as she washes away the night before,
nothing remains but a hanging carcass,
burning her retinas.


Tuesday, 21 August 2012 at 14:10