06/06/2008

Soften The Sorrow.

Blind my eyes
So my shadow won't scare me

Sever my hands
So I can never hold onto the past

Deafen my ears
So I may hear silence eternal

Sew my lips
For they shall utter no more
Tales of the abandoned truth.

Wrap my lungs in clouds of smoke
So the air I exhale chokes

Carve my flesh with the quill
So my pores bleed empty

Pluck my heart with the blade
So the beat inevitably slows

And pickle my mind
For it shall soften the sorrow

Of my everlasting final thought.

© 2008 Michael J. Earnshaw

1 comments:

Alistair said...

Heyup Mike,

Some nice dark reads on ya site. Nice to see you got your own domain now. Yes your own playground has arrived.

http://www.sympathyssymphony.co.uk/