Pain Creeps into my blood

Pain creeps into my blood  

Like waves rippling through my veins 

Anesthetic atrophy 

The ache is like a virus 

Making copies of itself inside of us 

The echo of time chimes in my mind 

Held by a clock I cannot  rewind 

Consumed by the flood of agony 

Pain creeps into my blood 

The things you don't see 

Behind the door 

The girl on the floor 

Breaking 

Is me 

Shrouded in shadows 

Sacrilege mystique  

On my knees 

Twisting my fingers on rosary beads 

I'm the kind of beautiful that bleeds 

The kind of beautiful 

He needs.. 

I lost my religion 

While selling my soul 

If the lord was my savior 

Where did he go ?

Violin weeping 

Her dream scented skin 

Bleeds the secrets she's keeping 

The pain creeping in .. 

-Poetic Angel