Through Tinted Lenses

Prayer Of The Broken

 Free Verse: Prayer Of The Broken

 Sweet pain, sweet pain,

 I long for you.

 With needles that prick me

 till I see scarlet hue.

 I beg the pain to come for me.

 I long to drown in agony.

 With cuts and scars that

 never show.

 Within my skin lies another foe.

 She deems this words

 a truth of me.

 I beg the knife to carve it

 from me.

 The imprints of lies that burn

 everything away,

 while I seek sweet cyanide to

 cure this hearsays.

 I would love to carve this branded

 words.

 Against the flesh of this conceited lords.

 But pain is all there is to me,

 I won't live if it would leave me be.

 Sweet pain, sweet pain,

 I beg of you.

 With the knife that cuts through

 me and into you.

 I long for agony to take me away.

 Because the pain in my heart

 won't go away.