The loveless heart
Hides its shadows
In memories pasted
On the walls.
It drowns its sorrows
In bowls of blood,
And hides
In bathroom stalls.
The loveless heart
Hides its shadows
In memories pasted
On the walls.
It drowns its sorrows
In bowls of blood,
And hides
In bathroom stalls.
All the Men
Resigned to Lust
As all their Horses
Turned to Dust.
Did he throw it
all away
For the closing of
the tides?
No, he bore it all away
For the man to come inside.
You are who
you pretend to be, so…
You’d better pretend to be
something you can live with.
Worries, like
Flurries, settle
Down the broad
Corridors of
Our lives.
Words of might
Like shades of night
Make the world a slight
Shade of non-hue.
Life is a smooth,
A way to move.
The windows change the show
Of the people seen below.
I feel loneliness in your shadow
And the absence of want in your voice.
Your love has become a mausoleum
And your passion the chill in its walls.
How
Can true Evil
Destroy itself,
When we
Were never programmed
That way?
Strip me down
to hear the wind
issue from my cracks.
See the light that
leaks its way
down spine and broken back.
Listen to the leery sound
of the cinders in my soul;
seal its cracks, cage the light,
and return the Life you stole.
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