Lilac

10.14 PM

My vision blurs

I spell colors of doom, out on my skins,

While melancholically tracing them scars, I fight

I come upon an engulfing one, a gift of the war.

On the right cheek below my blue eyes,

First robust, then a bright maroon.

The only one harmless in there now,

Were his deep lilac shadows

Shallow than his thoughtless mind.

11.20 PM

The scars evolve, now bluish-black,

My body, a palette, he leaves me in a slack,

Hearing the door whisper, my insides crack,

First his shadows, then him. Doom was my fate.

Tangled nerves. Anticipating heart. Perspiring, I wait.

Oh! Burndown those flickering eyes, they hurt.

My shadow, perfect as ever, hiding the colored scars.

Unbiased and upturning

She was my lilac reflection.

12.40 AM

My lips sealed and stitched.

The screams die down in my parched throat.

Emancipating a sound from my navel, unheard by all.

Stripped of my sanity and ripped off my soul.

A twisted ankle and a bruised chin,

Colorless mind with a flawed body.

My shadow remains the same as 11.20.

The wounds are fresh and dripping.

Stinking off unfulfilled promises, he smirks.

Neighbors and surrounding oblivious, I sleep.

It's okay. You don't apologize for your survival.

Lilac shadows cast on me, in darkness.

02.10 AM

Clothes in shreds, I now dread.

Destructive is it, to find a home, dead.

To find a home, in a heartbeat, in a person, whom I used.

My ankle was swollen, evident from my shadows.

Lay I now bland, retracting the new scars so bright.

Shackled to a heartbeat, abuse, my meal, I hope 12.40 dies.

The cigarette puff reminds me of my heartbreak, my first one.

The hell within awakes stripping my soul, of its sanity.

Again, I sigh loudly as he leaves, with his shadow, so dirty.

Innocence lost in the face of my lilac past

My past emerges with my shadows.

Shadows so bad that they fade.

03.08 AM

My gaze falters,

Shadows to live to move, halts.

Wind above, scenting of reeked lips.

Auburn hair over my scars, I force myself.

I force myself to run naked in the street of memories.

Through the dingy streets of guilt and pain, shadows along.

With those scars, embrace yourself.

Be an artist, a masterpiece. Let the dreams rise as the Sun.

Bruised body with discolored skin, violet, black, blue, maroon.

Never hope it returns, my lilac heartbeat.

The nights of horror and days of contour fewer sunrises.

Mysterious shadows engulf your blemishes.

Keep retracting scars to remind them of those pasts.

An empty face

A lifeless body

A heart wrenched soul.

Shadows so bright

I hold them tight.

Shadows so light

I let them fly.

Into the cove

By the lilac