The Memory of Pain

Pain is just a state of mind
I’ll dink from your cup
If you’ll drink from mine
Midnight comes and midnight goes
Travelling where the misery flows
Folded paper, faded words
Rose thorn slivers and powder burns
Keep the memory of pain

The bitter pill is swallowed pride
Liquid fire burning through ice veins
Amber nectar of despair
The heaven sought is out of reach
The stars faded away to dust
Darkness keeps calling my name
Floating through the emptiness
Singing of the memory of pain

I wrap you in ribbons
I wrap you in chains
Forged in the fires
Of your personal hell
I walk through the fields
Of the midnight roses you grew
Covered with razor blade petals
Bearing thorns of the memory of pain

© Alison Pearce 2011-03-23

The Memory of Pain

Alison Pearce

Logan Central, Australia

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