Saturday, November 5, 2011

Unhealed Scars

Unhealed Scars
Like the wings that cut through dampened air,
And scales through waters cold,
The knife runs slowly down the skin,
Cutting through scars unhealed,
Liquid roses seep from cracks,
Running along the desert plains,
Down my side,
They gather pain forgotten,
And it drips...
Drips...
Drips to the floor,
Returning to the earth it was born from,
The pain of unhealed scars forgotten,
In the blood of my heart so rotten.

Original Poem by SethWilson Isaac Gray
 

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