You’re a d*mn, bloody stain
That can’t be brought to clear
A fine, precious souvenir of pain
A naked headline it hurts to hear
This sterling dross must want to purge
But an item once moved leaves a space
And so afeared my will won’t urge
Your tarnished spot from your place
No light smudge but a blaring blot
A still, hateful reminder of a thing
There’s a stink that goes with rot
Just as pain chases after the sting
A delicious wound marks the spot
The evicted denizen of a soul
Resides incessantly, dark in my thought
His life there demanding a toll
To be under this hostile dictate
To be immersed in delirious charm
Is to have carved a rusty date
Engraved and remembered a harm
A worn path, familiar and old
In every sense a trace
Deeply routed, immovable, bold
Like a trench cross a wizened face
A beautiful scar not to be healed
To fade would be to omit
To relinquish a time ever concealed
A soft shock refused to forget
We made a splendid cut
Together a terrific mistake
Taken on a violent tide of happy
Now I’m drowned in the wake
You’re a vandal and a robber
A trespasser and a thief
You’re the center of my creation
And the bubbling, cool spring of my grief
So I’ll pick the scab and squeeze the blood
And never let the healing part come
For a new patch of skin and a lack of hurt
Would bring a forever numb
There’s a foggy footprint on the pad of my heart
Without the d*mn taint I can’t tell
The difference in the now and apart
And the darkest foul bottom of hell.
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