Sunday, December 24, 2017

Art of Pain

Your lips taste like a scar,
A scar wounded my soul,
Who brought myself deep down
Into its own darkness.

Your hug warms me like a good bye,
One final feeling of happiness in my heart,
As it welcome again the pain and emptiness,
Endlessly torturing my whole body.

Your touch feels like a fire burning my skin,
It gives shivers into my spine,
It rips my heart,
It burns my soul.

Your eyes tell me lies,
Lies that shines like a moon,
It has its never ending glow,
Pleading that I should believe.