Poems from Krystal_Eve
Crimson scars pucker bitterly
In scorn of sins once placed there
The blades of my shoulders
Meet blades of faith
And the wind rages.
Sweet...
Tell me yes, tell me no
Tell me where I'm supposed to go
So that I can rebel against the status quo
Sick of titles, sick of names
Sick...
I am from the sun and sea, fire and earth
I am from forbidden love, heat and passion
I am from broken laws and wounded souls
Constant...
Idle Hands
Mishief's means
Consequences damned
For all to see
No thought of tomorrow
Only the now
No question of why
But rather, of how...
There's a stillness
to the air.
Quiet fills the space.
Soffocating
in it's entirety
at the center
lies a soul
scarred and fading.
Tears...