...Sacrifices of my Sin
By SolApathy
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XbQ08Ixczvo&list=RDofVoNL6jnd4&index=10
I broke upon the waves of your screams today
I broke upon the waves in your shadow of yesterday
Tomorrow I’ll break again, not ready to give in
Or did I long ago succumb to my sorrow?
I no longer fear the pain of your hit of every tomorrow
Solace do I feel in the sting of the wound that can’t heal
Finding perverse comfort in the suffering as you hit, again
I’m broken and know I can’t ever win
I’ll play the game
It’s all that remains
In the darkness there’s a door I’ll never open
You’ll whisper it’s my salvation-battered and bruised
My soul, used
Unable to taste the sun -I’ll never come
Yet alone I’ll dream
A happiness that can never be seen
I broke upon the waves of your screams today
I broke upon the waves in your shadow of yesterday
Tomorrow I’ll break again, not ready to give in
Or did I long ago succumb to my sorrow?
I no longer fear the pain of your hit of every tomorrow
Solace do I feel in the sting of the wound that can’t heal
Finding perverse comfort in the suffering as you hit, again
I’m broken and know I can’t ever win
I’ll play the game
It’s all that remains
In the darkness there’s a door I’ll never open
You’ll whisper it’s my salvation-battered and bruised
My soul, used
Unable to taste the sun -I’ll never come
Yet alone I’ll dream
A happiness that can never be seen
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© 2020 SolApathy
Published on Monday, November 12, 2018.
Filed under:
"Poetry"
Author's Note:
...Taste the sorrow of the girl in the window, dark...She smiles and yet there is no...SparkComments on "...Sacrifices of my Sin"
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On Wednesday, December 5, 2018, sTr8-jAcKeT
(697) wrote:
Girl you so crazy, writing like this is more soul & humanity than most. Full of life some would say, yet just bitter nothing's of your yesterday I imagine. Depends on how we look at it & then react; but the visage of a ghost who can't feel. Beautifully saddened. Thank you.