by Spiral
make your sacrifice
is their smug command
those plastic aristocrats
hiding behind the smiles
of ice cold apathy
the old wound
eternal and unhealed
bleeds slow claret
always with me
my sinful stigmata
'Move on'
'let her go'
words vomited forth
as a hideous cliche
a mocking validation
the mind slumbers on
like a vagrant amidst wreckaged dreams
and scorched-earth hopes
clinging to a fragment
of that past love
The sea will boil
frozen decades shall elapse
their children shall thrive
uncaring and unknowing
rightfully so
I walk the other path
I take the left
Remembering the memory
I am sad yet satisfied
sanctus
(2-11-09)
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