On the young foundations of my old pain
A repeated pattern has been built,
Swirling lines through my life
Symbolising the abandonment and solitude,
With wilted roses fallen in the twists and curves.
Here I walk within these solid walls
Breathing in the same endless agony,
Finding shelter only in the depths of my dreams
Longing to stay lain on these beds of thorns,
For the bleeding blinds me from your coldness
The crimson is prettier than your face of grey stone.
Portraits swarm every inch of my shadowed rooms
Each one a picture of your broken promises,
So broken that I cannot close my eyes and pretend
Yet when I bleed the images become stained,
The hurt they cause is lessened
And in my mind I wish to bleed forever.
The wish in my heart differs somehow
As it travels to the stars late at night
A wish to not care like you don’t care about me,
I watch the stars blink their apologies
Feeling their tears fall on my cheeks,
For this wish can never be granted.