Behind closed eyes
In the background
a pendulum swings
tick--tock--tick--talk now:
Behind my head I hear gunfire
my heart is riddled with memory
no glory but blood and brain matter
attached to walls of a family home
...and it remains
Embedded behind my eyes
Human stains and suffering
I am that portrait of-
`O Father where do we go?
do you follow my journey?
do see my crippled wings?
My well is full
My body empty
I am a depraved human
The vibration of music
allows me to feel~
I am most comfortable
inside my painless box
cover me with red soil
let me just be...
I dream the dream of a 1000 deaths
and you will never be there to see
I reside in the house of an silent hell
Remembered, remembered!
This soul {{SCREAMS}}
take me home…
My eyelids have been sewn shut
for there is no hope-
I shall never see the light
I am that dark angel
those others never speak of.
Written by,
Abby lynn
©
2012
Behind closed eyes
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