Flowers from Eva

Apr 26, 2010 23:05

Your fiery spirit has clicked
gas ovens. You are the spark
that ignited this whole ordeal.

I’ve tried to die, twice now,
and you’ve pulled me out
from beyond the gates of
Hell. I abandoned no hope.

It used to be all about me
but now you’ve become
obsessed with perfection.
I’m not perfect but
you’ve loved me for years.

But for how long do I have to
linger in these cramped camps
of death and dishonor?

Soon, they will come and you
and I will be forever placed
in our niche in history books.
No one will look back with a smile,
except me.

The men have kicked dirt
over blood splatters but
it’s still there.
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