Dash Black


And To Myself I Speak The Truth


In the crouching darkness alone
I deep my fingers down the rotting wounds
So lonely this soul has been hurt
I, unveiling the cuts I hide under the veil of my fake smile
I sit and look at the gushing blood flowing out of my veins
Someone’s son was tortured tonight

And in the silence alone aboard I open my eyes
To see the wreckage of a sinking ship
The anchor floating underneath tow less
The crew has left, the captain is alone
Fear is overtime, death starts to look inviting

So to myself I whisper
The only truth left to say
The only truth I wish I’d master enough courage to say to you
And so to myself I speak the truth.

Submitted: Saturday, September 21, 2013
Edited: Monday, September 23, 2013
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And now in these hot deserts alone
I look down upon my toes
And I wish I had some shoes
But I’m shoeless and burnt

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