Let me lay my head down
Let me close my eyes
Let the sweet scent of the pillowcase
Be the only musk as I cry

Let me rest, unmoving
Let me nurse my wounds
Let the world be frozen around me
As I shield the flickering flame within my soul

Do not speak of the battle
Let me escape to dreams
Let my hand be free of a blade
As this vessel's broken and shivering

The grey I breathed
Thick and grimy
Suffocated sense
And the sapphire skies above me
The power and the rage
The lust for blood and pain
Propelled these creatures of darkness
To take up arms again

Crimson life, a painting
Upon the earthen soil
Drew passion from the artists
From their warriors

Inspired, tools are chosen
For which to stroke and shield
The blankness of the canvas
With glistening ruby blackness

The screams I heard
Shrill, unholy
Urged my hand a'trembling
Vacant thoughts, I punished
Where my blind, impassioned mind could see
Emptiness within the flesh of a mortal being

Until that day . . .
When the bloated violet sky twisted
And the sunrise came at tenative high noon
Pressing on me cries of favor
It whispers to save the souls in danger
The voice that I had heeded for eternity

A flash of red, another dead
The pained blade screamed in my hand
Tremors of remorse
A tribute to another corpse
As a child finds its resting land

Let me lay my head down
Let me close my eyes
Let the dry, powdered ground of the cracking earth
Bury what's dead inside

Let me rest, unmoving
Let me nurse my wounds
Let the world be frozen around me
As I pinch the lingering flame

Many thanks for your kind words, Silke!

~Best Wishes~
Megan

YaY ... I love dark writes right now... I'm trying at them myself... this is grand... really liked how you flickered between styles, and it worked!

Oh and you used the phrase "Vacant thoughts" ... *loves* :)

Thank you, Try!

~Best Wishes~
Megan