The Wound
By Scarrzz
My dreams are always the same...
If I am able to sleep at
all,
then I am transported to the
battlefield of a lost war.
I stumble blindly through the ashes and the smoke.
My
hollow eyes are opened now,
but there is no hope to be seen.
I am weak,
bleeding
fearless,
Defeated.
It seems strange to my faraway sanity,
the wound through
my gut
seems to hurt in my heart instead.
Corruption eats
away inside my chest,
transforming life into toxin.
My
skin is dry, as is my mouth.
I taste the smoke and the bile,
mingled
with the stench of death,
and bitter tears.
If I had any
friends here,
they are now no more friends
only food for worms
and flies.
But the truth is, I had no one:
No one
to stand at my back in the battle.
I believed in one, but I
was deserted,
Left Alone,
Forsaken,
forgotten.
That was the wound which bled me dry.
I could have withstood any battle if only...
If only I had been worthy of your love.
If only you would have given me your hand.
Comments on "The Wound"
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On Thursday, May 5, 2011, Nameless Pariah
(126) wrote:
Deep, dark. Love is a battlefield, love is a war. I like the comparisons here.
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A former member wrote:
""If only I had been worthy of your love.
If only you would have given me your hand."" ... *sighs, knowing this echo still haunts my unwanted heart* ~Rain
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On Monday, October 27, 2008, dark faery
(28) wrote:
very deep i love it
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A former member wrote:
poisonous very poisonous
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On Monday, October 27, 2008, The Lipstick Factor
(290) wrote:
Dark and heartfelt. Appropriate fodder for this realm. Vivid imagery.