Friday, April 18, 2008

Burning Eyes

With broken wings
And broken arms
I'll carry you
To a different place

Spilling ink on paper
My heart will race for you
Try to keep in pace
Keep in pace

My head's spinning
My head's spinning
Colors
Blind
The eyes
Whisper words in my ear
I can't hear you
I can't hear you screaming

Spilling all the ink I have
My heart races for you
Try to keep in pace
Keep in pace

I know
You see
Through this wall of lies
I've built
From the ground up
Protect myself
I see your eyes
Staring
Staring at mine
I see your eyes
Burning holes in mine
I see your eyes
Burning holes in mine

Broken
Ink-stained wings
Are all I have

2 comments:

Poetikat said...

I like this poem, Dragonraid. It seems, like me, you post and then there are things that need to be adjusted. I hate editing in blogger. I can't tell you the number of times I go back into my posts and make changes, hoping that noone has yet read them.
I just notice in this poem, that there's a line that needs to be pushed down, "Try to keep in pace".

I love the "spilling ink on paper" line. I have to delve into my past, but I totally relate to this.

Kat

Monique said...

"Broken
Ink-stained wings
Are all I have"

I was moved by the poem, but this really caught me.

Key/Legend

word = speaking/singing
(word) = whispering/echo
[word] = stern voice/screaming