CINDER SEARCH


Like a nocturnal, I search
For some darkness, I strive
To shed those crystal drops…
Hidden in globes of vision,
Cause I think, I am still alive.

Why on earth does it hurt so much?
Does it really grant you pleasure to kill?
So much of  humiliation, and pain…
For me its agony, for you its thrill.
Yet every moment I am hoping
That someday you’ll realize your flaw…
Someday you’ll learn that it hurts
Someday…a line you’ll draw.
Someday you shall feel how badly
You bruised the one who only cared…
How you happily stabbed me
On wounds which you never shared…
Someday surely you’ll shed a tear
For the one who is dead and gone…
Someday when I won’t be here
You’ll think of me when you wake at dawn.
Someday you’ll feel like caring
In your warm embrace have me confined---
Someday you’ll discover that you love me…
        Don’t look for me…
…ashes are all you’ll ever find.

~Gini~
01.07.2004

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