Member Rara Avis
Monument of Scars
Having been through hellís disenchanted
Monument of scars once, alone...
Product of all taken for grantedó
Sins for which Iíd never atone.
With measured smile the grain of salt
Endlessly borne; I canít resist,
Eyes reflective of chance, and fault,
To reach for all, first time, I missed.
To stand, a man in need of what?
With proclamation high and proud.
To hold this hope, however fraught,
Through all truth or love disavowed.
Where walls of no redemption stand
I will, and will not turn away;
But reach out with an empty hand
To touch hurts none else could allay.
As all of lifeís bleak undertones
Oppose resolve, I wonítóyou canít
Go outside to dig up the bones
Of long lost wish, or dream so scant.
The mile markers of our skin,
Temples, once sacred, now just marred.
No notifying next of kin,
With all those doors and windows barred.
I take my place on bed, next you.
Body to body, corpse to corpse,
Mirrored ceiling framing us true.
That perfect blend, love and remorse.
The toast given to all we waste,
Living to dieódying to live,
Foregone to the dissolving taste
Of a world we will never forgive.