Stain

The darkness within a sacrificed heart,
Lays a silent soul.

Now where a shadow embraced the life that previously
exist within an sunset,
He holds her remains in the treacherous nightfall.
Without a touch.

Her body so cold and wet;
Her tears tun through her pain.
She knows every shadow has a dawn.
But every life has an end.

She knows she will live this pain again,
In a nother life time.
And she will fell the blood run through her hands.
Just to feel the love form a man.
His hands has distinguished.

The blood stains in which will perpetually throb her
soul.
He will never know her burning remorse that runs clear
in red.

As her shadow gradually withdrawes and departe within
her last sunset.
Her soul reaches out for the final touch.
But still the silence remands
And no one is there to see her tears run red.

By Deborah Rose Tellor