Christine

Tattered

Tattered petal of rose
cascading
land of sorrow
of dreams
shattered
blood of the guilty
streaked on my cheek
fragment of flesh
my own darkness
tainted life
reflection on a blade
no longer innocent
faith in nothing but the sword
oh it burns
truth out of context
the instigator
unknown
perhaps myself
illusions of the grave
endless sorrow
torment
everything is cracking
ive broken the truce
falling
nothing but white
and maroon
the color of my soul
waiting the arrival
of the dream
masked stranger
escort to my demise
for ive broken silence
and will forever be damned