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Black Fractal
I want you to suffer
like you made me;
But I know that it will not please
my soul because I am not
a Sinner like you, with a heart
carved from coal.
You claimed my soul
and filled it with grief;
You burned my innocence-
tore it with your teeth.
I want you to burn in fire,
to feel the pain you caused on me.
But I have no desire
of your torture,
and no desire of your suffer
And you are only a dreadful and retched memory
that, in my minds' eyes, has only one single breath
of life to grasp.
Memories do appear to be
just like shattered glass to me.
That is- only the ones which cause pain
and destruction because the mind has
reviewed them many times;
They become something new.
But memories of happiness and life
are bolted in the safest depth of the mind,
and only return, from time to time,
when there is a single sound of a dozen chimes.
And maybe, maybe that will suffice.
Published 31st May 2012
| Edited 28th Sep 2016
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