Each night after night, brings another day of thoughts,
more words fueld to the fire.
My skin is scarred forever, still healing from
the bruises you left on my heart. can hear those
words you said in the dark.
It was me and my eyes were blind.
All I saw was light, but world torn
apart, this war I had begun to fight.
I just needed to open up the door and get
out of the darkness, before it swallowed me whole.
But than I swam in the misery that filled your heart.
Your pain became my art, it became my pain too.
I swallowed it, digested it into my whole
entire body and died for awhile, lungs closed tight,
who was I.
What happened, who i became was not me.
What did you do to me, your pain became my art.
The misery that became your heart was my fuel
to the fire and my scaared skin is me now, a part
of me, a part of then...it burns.
It's my heart that yearns, only when ready....
keep my heart steady.
