Monday, March 2, 2009

Black Breaks, Guilt Burns


The sand of the desert.
Is as black as the rose.
As it wilters in darkness.
To make out my soul.

The soul of my body.
As it withers away.
To form my heart.
As it breaks and fades.

To sing it out loud.
I am dying of guilt.
The guilt i have known.
For as long as i've lived.

The guilt of my fate.
My heart, my soul.
The one that will never..
.. Ever go.

To finish it off.
I have never wanted it more.
To love you like fire.
Burning on the floor.

(C) Emma Shaw - 9th October 2006

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