The Tale Of The Burning Skin

The Tale of the Burning Skin begins with a man named Mr. _____. Sleep never came for this restless and weary man, his head was constantly flooded by the thoughts of his horrid deeds. His name and deeds the talk of many doorsteps. “Why oh why can’t I life a life of roses?” He asked himself as he drags along. Body broken and beaten he is worn and sad. Inside ripped and torn. Outside cut and pale. “Why oh why can’t life be fulfilling?” Thoughts race past; flooding a dull mind in euphoric dreams, thoughts of simple happiness. “How I wish for something better. Oh I wish for something better. Oh I’m paying for all my crimes! World can’t you see? I’m weak and on my knees. Why oh why can’t life be like it was?” Words, words, words… “Just a bottle of drugs to soothe my soul!” Work, work, work… Fingers worn to the bone. Wish and hope. “I am always praying for something better. Remember where I drained my soul.” So long, so long ago. Unseen, unheard, everything important gone from my touch. Long ago you said “I’d never have to leave.” Now I’m packed and heading out the door, my heart on the floor. All this and a little more. How did it come to this? Once we sat dreaming. The birds were in the air and the smell of flowers, staring at the sky. Now there is only the smell of hopelessness. Oh heavens gone from view. Oh why oh why can’t life be simple? It drives me to confusion. I thought love was forever. I’m tired of wine all the time. This bottle soothes to serve no wounds. I’m tired of water all the time. You quench my heart and mind. Now you are gone. I remember thinking. These days will continue forever. Oh forever… Change… Change… Change… The only thing certain in life is change. “As I stand dumbfound staring at that spot, a stressful sigh escapes as thoughts race across my mind. “Where did we go wrong?” “What did I do?” it drags me along. How I wish I could be there for you. You look so lonely. You look so lost. If I could be the one to bring you water. Sadly I only bring you down. To many times I passed you by. I look back and wonder what kind of man goes by? Oh I let you down. So hard you fell. I beg you to let me help you back up. But you won’t let me. Such a fool I was to you. I begged for a little pity. Don’t walk away. Please don’t walk away. Please look inside. I let you down. Forgive me. Oh forgive me. Please I’m begging…

Lying down to sleep
Praying a little
Thinking back
I remember the days that went by
I remember looking for you
But you found freedom
Freedom from my love
From my foolish acts
Never sleep again…

The next day I tried to write you a letter.
“Hey my friend,
Your eyes seem troubled. I hope I’m not the cause. Hey my friend; please do share all the thoughts running through your head. I know I haven’t been the best person to you. I haven’t always shown the best intentions. I hope you will let me make up for that. I’m sorry for my deeds. No it’s deeper than that. I’m sorry beyond sorry. For I know that every time you think of the words, the pain could come creeping back. I’m sorry for the deeds and I’m sorry for every time you think of it.”

Days went by. No return letter. Sad, sad, sad… I’m paying each and every day for my sins with this constant pain. My mind is clouded and my heart so low. My soul tied up. All our knots we tied have come undone. Your eyes glistened like the Heavenly night sky. I never told you that. We sat quietly once under a large tree. Under it’s cover to discover our first kiss. Your lips like sweet berries. I looked up at you so long with loving devotion. Now I look up, look down, look all around. Where are you?

Now to continue the Tale of the Burning Skin
As people watch him they begin to whisper. “Dirty Little Secrets.” Speaking of a drained soul, they call him crazy. He isn’t crazy he’s lost. He’s lost all he loved. He’s become a lost face in a lost crowd. All his dreams pass before his eyes.

“The Angel Falls Away” I think to myself. You and I hand in hand. Thought it would never end. You told me you couldn’t love anymore. My heart sank, my own little “Titanic” One causality, one death. People say you pay for what you get. So I pay for all my deeds.

As he walks
No one notices his loneliness. He hides behind a mask, long ago created. It covers up all his lies, holds back those cries. Covers up all he has inside. Thoughts cloud his mind, “I thought love was forever. Nothing turns out as I wished. I’ve discovered my problem with love. I’m Cursed. No soul can ever love me. No soul can ever bring me comfort. I feel so alone. As if I were sitting in the Reaper’s cold mouth. I am lost. Someone please guide me.”

No help will come to him. He dug his grave and he can either lie in it or climb out on his own. As he walks by if you study close enough. You can trace the lines of despair. You can see he is troubled. No one knows that it is the result of lost love. He stops for one last thought.

“How did we get where we are? How did we get this far apart? You said I’ll love you until I die! But you look very much alive. Here I am! Here I am! I’m still very much alive as well; at least on the outside. Once love flew like a nightingale; light with lovely wings. Now all I see is crows, vultures, and ravens. I wish and hope that it is all just a dream. I wait all night to awake. All I seem to do is wish impossible things…”