Yeah...in another Fruits Basket rut. Sorry, but not looking for really serious/specific crits here, just needed to get this out of my system.
Full of dark rooms
Full of shadows,
Pain, and memories
Lost amidst unspoken screams.
Full of loneliness
And absence
Of every form of light or laughter.
You are the lair of one who
Never learned to love or smile,
Never learned but how to hurt.
Ornate and beautiful you stretch
Silent and sleeping over the rolling green
Of land that lies dead beneath your
Wrought, exquisite weight.
Like a song set to music
Lovely, long and sad
With words that only ever
Fill the heart with pain.
You shield one too long shielded
From every form of light or laughter
From every hint of common kindness
From all the things that help to heal
The wounds
So long ago inflicted
But never closed, but never cured.
Never mended, always open
Bleeding drops of life away.
Deathly quiet, living frozen
Inside the whims of one who calls
Another man eternal winter
But hides a colder season deep beneath
The exquisite, flawless face that
Hides a colder sin from warmth.
