Dead and hollow, emotionless and free. <br />I am now something that you will never be. <br />My teeth are sharp, I stab through the heart. <br />Got you in my arms, so tender and soft. <br /> <br />Broken glass of distant memories. <br />The mirror has started to rust. <br />A missing name among the graves. <br />Is it still in God we trust? <br /> <br />Your eye's lead me to sin. <br />Your naked and loving it. <br />Every breath you take. <br />Your screaming in my head. <br /> <br />Your passion causes pain. <br />You know I cannot be this way. <br />Too many tears to pray anymore. <br />Ive already died in vain. <br /> <br />For every tragedy, a moment forgot. <br />Bind to the truth and deaf to the thought. <br />Your fears spin like a merry go around. <br />Then comes love, your face hits the ground. <br /> <br />What you think is real is fake. <br />How many images can one portray? <br />What started as hate we know sedate. <br />Your love caused the blood stains. <br /> <br />Your love caused the bloodstains. <br />Fallen tears were red. <br />I cant take this anymore. <br />I feel I am dead. <br /> <br />At the broken church the children prayed. <br />No one dares to look the other way. <br />The rose of death with outstretched hands. <br />In her mind lurked...the man.<br /><br />Lance Carthen<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/scratches-on-the-glass/
