Burnmarks

by Sylvia

in Completed Works

Burnmarks

The bitter scent/taste of old lies
hangs in the air about my head
the bond around me ties
to old anger like weights of lead

And the only light for me
in the darkness of my soul
is the ember at the end
and the heat that takes its toll

All the truths I ever learned
like wisps of smoke disbursed
as my skin, it was burned
as my body, it was coerced

And the only light for me
in the darkness of my soul
is the ember at the end
and the heat that takes its toll

But the darkness wrapped around me
soothed the wounds so deep within
the places that should and should not be
the secret hate and the secret sin

And the only light for me
in the darkness of my soul
is the ember at the end
and the heat that takes its toll
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Mature Dec 31st 2005
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burnmarks dark and horror edward est human nature musica philosophical sylvan violet
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Another character poem. This is for M.E. Sylvan, Edward, and Violet. Though less for her and Ed than for Sylvan.

Originally posted to dA.

Cover art by the delectable Unsuitedhand. (He spoils me, really he does.)

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