Shadows

I am safe in my pages,

At least here, I know what’s true.

Ink stains on my finger tips,

Dried blood on my skin,

Coating what little is left of me, in this cage.

For the last time,

The shadows in their past-time,

Like to remind me,

How dark it can get in the middle of a cloudless sky.

With each smile I faked,

When you asked me if I was alright?

They cast over me;

As endless as the Sea.

Dark bodies, seem to be the only ones close to me;

How can it get so cold on a summer’s day?

If someone could only see,

What lies behind these tattooed smile lines.

I’m fine, how are you?

It’s not like anyone is listening anyway,

So I’ll write the words I wish to say.

With ink as thick as blood stains,

Marking each page.