#1
Born
Stabilizing force finally pushing against the gravity holding your weight
Shaped
Through these grey, burnt retinas I see your outline; writhing as you grow

I see you've dressed up for the occassion
Is it really you?
Or is this a cover for your insecurities?
The make-up on your adolescent acne shall I say?
Those spots look ready to burst
I don't want to be there;
The scorch of your flares have already graced this skin

I see you've scratched the surface
Why is this?
Did the feelings come back yet again?
The reason why, I'll never understand you say?
I wish... I hope I can
The knife was blunt;
The marks are light, molten heals fast

The forces keeping you stable will eventually give in
As I relax, I can't help but wonder;
How long until they give in?
I don't want to burn again
But I can't escape you


Incase anyone wondered 'Protostar' was part one. The next part will be up in 6 or 7 days. Until then C4C, post links to your pieces in your comment.
It didn't take long to realise
The safest place was not her arms, but her eyes
Where she can't see you
For her gaze, it blisters;
Grey skin to cinders
Last edited by 剣 斧 血 at Jun 9, 2011,
#3
Thank you
It didn't take long to realise
The safest place was not her arms, but her eyes
Where she can't see you
For her gaze, it blisters;
Grey skin to cinders