They labelled decomposing dreams
as mere bullshit
that beat blames
beneath copper-coloured clouds
and clung loosely--
like ancient flesh
to bone
within harms
of soul's sacred walls,
lacerating love
to banish bruised beliefs.
They painted the star of david
on unspent summers
and aimed shames, to slosh
in watery shoes.
He rushed blues tunes
along articles
of feigned admirations
and lost concentration
in the pollution of snow...
and as black boots
belittled winter,
courage caught
once compressed cries
in bloodless facts--
he omitted tact
when he laced loathing
across the severity
of betrayal's smell.
She echoed gutter-mouth slurs
to brimming rage,
etching escape in blurred breaths;
simultaneously straightening spine
to whistle strength
at walking-away styles.
He erected self
to deliver a tirade of abuse,
amusing lanky steps
with cruelty's requirements
and precise moments
perished
in hidden pieces
of pride's pretence.
She searched breezes
for release,
conducting craziness
through dirty holes
and stitched the moon
to her disappointments
whilst he gathered remnants
of ruin
and tightly took to looking good;
slowly smearing sorrow
upon tomorrow's chest--
empty glory had frozen future,
while sordid slumbers
deprived destiny...
of angular aches.
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