Sitting in a dark corner
My wrist sliced by the cuffs locked around me
Each link something horrible I've done
Tears watered down by blood
Run down my cheeks and stain
Eyes tainted by hate
I'm alone forever more
But you came into my corner
And held out your hand, eyes unlike any other
It's as if you don't care what I've done
You see only me
Is it you or is it me?
My hope is running free
Craddling me in your arms
I feel peace finally
I lay my head on your chest and sleep
Protected for who I am. . .
 TearsofBlood · Thu Oct 14, 2004 @ 02:54am · 0 Comments |
