i remember the woods

[tonightximxgone]

with love from the boiler room
where my heart grew cold
as bright embers frayed me to cinder
the stale scent of pears uncented
burns the brand of songs we sung
and it stings deep down inside of me.
well, you see the scars in the green of my eyes
and you see the ocean rolling blue
with love from the boiler room,
my darkness howls for you.
the trees had swallowed us as a whole
and all gowns rippled in the breeze
the song of young girls stepping on veils
of woven silver and grass
here once many a tender voice
grew sturdy, velvet and deep
though those nights when i dreamt of you,
i screamed in my sleep.