Wounds don't heel
Look, there's something in the dark,
but that's not what scares me,
what scares me is the spark,
deep inside my heart,
that will soon turn into fire
running through, from my head to my knee.
You hit me hard, it won't feel a thing,
what hurts me more, you know
are the words to me you bring,
A little bit of dressing and the wounds won't grow
But your expressions and actions,
are too much to show.
Those wounds wouldn't heal even very slow.
To my heart it has touched deep
and one day and many nights,
the pain could not let me sleep.
My heart and my brain, were
always involved in a fight,
And ultimately towards the end,
I still couldn't make the decision right ,
till, I fade away in the light....