There is a place where empty souls find rest
From the relentless dust of days that simmer black
And for a time it fills the void with noise so white
That colour’s memory refuses to come back.
I let the rain freeze on my collar-bones
And prayed that it would never let me feel
For when the thunderstorms awake within
The last respite of flesh on bone they steal.
So cold… this endless gaol always finds a way
To tear me down, smashing through all hope
And when another dawn breaks through again
The light bleeds blue in twists of scarlet rope.
Daily Prompt: Careless Whisper