Deathsong
[A/N: Rachel's POV. No comment on the poem, per se.]
There's a deathsong in my head,
A shattered smile upon my lips,
My veins are full of the rushing –
The icy rushing of my blood.
I scream my own tortured words,
Weep as the snow comes down,
Look into the blood red sky,
Colored with the harvest
Of my own breaking heart.
I've seen your empty words of love,
I've pushed them away, time and time again,
I need your love, and I need your heart,
But I'm afraid of what I've done,
And I keep away your love.
Over the forests,
Under the crimson sky,
There's a place that awaits me still,
But the gates are shut tight,
As they keep out my tired soul.
But long I sleep, my guilt a slumbring,
My soul unencumbered, child's laughter apart,
Still my voice is singing,
Forever the keen is ringing,
Listening for my ancient words.
An icy pulse beats within my heart,
Cold sharp rage ringing away,
Crystal pentagrams, shattering, breaking,
Anguished fury ripping out.
The demons within my twisted heart,
Rip me and burn me, mock me and taunt me,
So I weep frustrated tears of blood,
Turn to the streets, for the solace in the fight.
There's a deathsong in my head,
A shattered smile upon my lips,
My veins are full of the rushing –
The icy rushing of my blood.
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