A Brick Amongst Rubble
She is a brick amongst rubble.
Poisoned by melon and holly
Shattered by the remains of melancholy
Shattered is thy word that was never released
Fractured by teardrops which needlessly ceased
Did thy holy breath breathe away thy sin?
Did I invite darkness, my child, in?
Falling and stalling, till she wakes up
Forgotten. Abandoned. Give up!
Asleep…
You are those thorns, neglected by tender sleeves,
Stained red by the lingering of unfinished thieves
All that carried me, you corrupted true
You hurt me… I love you.
And see me now in the darkness…
I built this wall, standing on violence
I am a brick amongst rubble, moulded by silence…
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