Born From Blood

My words are the product of a broken man

who can't really love anyone

when love shakes the world

you're the one I'll fault

 

I remember a day in the past

when love was flowers and song

as they filled my ears, my life

but somewhere along the line

it all turned to conflict, and strife

somewhere along, I found you

and your blade found my chest

"Et tu, brute?"

and you laid me to rest

 

But somewhere along

from lazarus womb

I arose a new man

clad in leather

born from blood

bound like a book

covered in mud

 

And like wood swells in the rain

stitches tore apart

and I conceded, to the pain

 

I am the product of loving too much

and forgetting, to seal the cracks

so sail in hand, I sink

my bow did break against the waves

lying in the beach

I kissed the last of the rays

 

It was only seven years ago

but it felt like a hundred, and twelve

when something once so perfect

now ceases to be

anything at all

like a bird in your mouth

I plunge, I scream, I fall

Author's Note

Any, and everything.

Reviews

[Lily Mae]

"And like wood swells in the rain
stitches tore apart
and I conceded, to the pain"

I think this is one of my most favorites in a long time.. I love the way you described the emotions with this relationship.. Maybe it's just that I can relate to the pain...or the numbing.. excellent write..x