The Color of My Soul
The black and blue had begun forming
The color my heart had turned without warning
Nightmares of the terror encapsulate me
Trapped in my own mind with no end I see
The walls of a prison of my own making closing in
Hope for an escape runs thin
I felt the heaviness of your breath as you took my scent in
Patterns of deceit etched into my skin
Each time your obnoxious footsteps drew near
I froze and began trembling with fear
My arms restrained in your web of lies
A distaste for you, my heart denies
Manipulated by the distorted image of you
From the world I knew, I surely withdrew
Withering in the isolation of my own disdain
In my skin, the fragments of your torment remain
Memories of chills from a touch so cold
Much of a story that remains untold
Drowning in the sea of my own despair
The guilt of the sin just doesn’t seem fair
No longer bound by the shackles of your abuse
Feelings of shame and abandonment become my noose
Forever entangled in that blood stained sheet
The anguish that engulfs me, I tried to delete
A rape of not only my body, but my mind
Scars of the darkness there, you will find
Broken pieces left of who I once was
The remainder of me still paralyzed by your venomous claws
A shell of a person lies await
Naked, as the identity of me begins to dissipate
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