(no subject)
“The heal of the hunt is over”
Tresses of auburn danced around baby curls
Wide eyes green with fascination
As the copper glow surrounded her
Five tiny fingers gripping the world of 1969
As innocence changed behind her fathers’ intimacy
Time danced around the year of ‘73
With her guilty eyes full of tears, surrendering
A year she found the meaning of death
In a sheltered residence of abuse
She altered a child of hope to a teenager
Where silence mirrored her scars behind a mask
All for herself and none to see
As her young life passed beneath the bruises
Of everything she understood
And nothing to declare of twenty years
She finally laid her soul to rest
It was on Sunday morning looking back at her
I realized my darkest shadows was trying to save me
From myself; My only unknown savior
As she silently whispered upon deaf ears
Tresses of auburn danced around baby curls
Wide eyes green with fascination
As the copper glow surrounded her
Five tiny fingers gripping the world of 1969
As innocence changed behind her fathers’ intimacy
Time danced around the year of ‘73
With her guilty eyes full of tears, surrendering
A year she found the meaning of death
In a sheltered residence of abuse
She altered a child of hope to a teenager
Where silence mirrored her scars behind a mask
All for herself and none to see
As her young life passed beneath the bruises
Of everything she understood
And nothing to declare of twenty years
She finally laid her soul to rest
It was on Sunday morning looking back at her
I realized my darkest shadows was trying to save me
From myself; My only unknown savior
As she silently whispered upon deaf ears