WORDS SLIT THROATS, invisible blades,
Painting wounds and scars when sunlight fades,
On this skin made of sand and stone,
On this heart once touched and now alone.
Tears burning my eyes, flooding my palms;
Salty rivers singing lamenting psalms.
Lost voices amplified in whispers;
Pained lips talk under frozen fingers.
Hurts grow in stealth like cracks on walls;
Walls of my heart as loneliness falls.
Trees go rootless, hearts undiscovered;
Rabid dogs waiting to be murdered.
Every breath taken is hope poisoned,
Withering blue roses I once owned.
First seeds of grief grow into sharp weeds,
That smothers the sun my soul needs.
I needed time but time cannot wait;
Stitching hurts and saving faith,
As white as bone, as free as ashes;
Dancing in the winds filled with wishes.
Words lurk in the dark unnoticed,
Heard only by hearts pain had kissed.
Love is a ghost most beautiful,
Haunting this heart forever hopeful.
My feet walk on rusted knives searching;
Lost in worlds swarming with hearts screaming,
Silenced solely by pure love or death,
Killed by lies underneath your breath.