Member Poem

Who would've thought that a cross on your chest would make you so special?
A cold leaf while falling has brushed my cheek, comforting me.
My words meant nothing to you, my tears were dry.
Your stare was so satisfied while watching the pain in my eyes.

I won't feel again the cold breeze like I did that day,
the trees were so red in the first day of autumn.

I wish everything could've been different,
you tied me up forcing me to accept your heat.
I wish I had your cross, it might've saved myself some pain,
but I guess that nothing would ever change your sadistic ways.

I am still screaming in the memories that I live in,
in the air where my ashes lie, in the first day of autumn.