Thursday, January 7, 2010

who will listen

let me heal,
grant me serenity
spirit me away
from this hopeless spinning wheel
the girl in the mask
with the empty heart
who knows no weakness
and affords no surrender
shes something very clever
but the armour pays a price
wounding
soaking in madness
and darkened eyes
the shattered panes of fear
slicing
bruising
distorting
in a haze the unspoken words
scream
a bitter silence
reaching for something
into the illusionary void
yet languishing still
the poignant beauty
looks away
thick with the promise of salvation
but who will listen?