Stained Reflection

Shattered in heart and trampled in spirit

Yet surviving the scorching of the soul,

Numbness plaguing the infinite mind

Into a prison, convicted within my own thoughts,

Screaming an outrage, a silent cry,

For nights hid my darkness and days condole,

A mockery so disgraceful;

“Who are you?” She demands,

A bulge; the reflection of your cruel mind,

Cold eyes and numb lips

Speaks of my silent existence,

For I see, yet I am vacant,

Suffocating; yet breathing,

Infiltrating into an edge unknown,

Stained tears, harder to erase,

No words to comfort, solemn loneliness,

Bruised and scarred in skin,

A new definition to your sin,

Into a sculpted road of turmoil and pain,

Chasing a love, never to regain,

And slowly slide further, an inevitable madness.

The Scorching Soul

And here I lay in your arms forgotten,

Surviving each day, holding my breath,

A pulse in the heart,

Beating enough to keep me alive,

The tears don’t flow anymore,

No longer do I feel the pain,

Numb have I become,

Living in a veil of emptiness

Cocooned by a wall of silence,

Hiding beneath the mockery

Where I never reflect myself,

Burying the name among the ashes

That had burned me long,

A scream try escaping the cold lips

Breaking the nightmare’s hold,

Losing in the darkness of misty clouds

And the howls of the haunting wind

In a vain attempt to evade the misery

I seal the reasons that often linger,

Yet again I come to you

To hear the words,

“Still not enough”, I tried,

Much more, more than what I am,

Dying for a place in your heart,

A place where I will never belong…