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I hate to feel i've hurt you,

to have set the siren in your face

drowning you in my spasm.



Longing to mumble apologies

pride pins me like a butterfly,

trapped under glass.

I fear embrace.



Watch as your fort crumbles

so many causes and calloused wounds.

Correct myself to save you.



A stronghold for us, a giant

but so gentle, I cannot touch.

For fear of breaking you like a porcelain doll.



Still we stand on your parapettes

all will change as i cloak myself,

locking away my foolish tears that hurt you.

tears of blood, surrounding pool

too many lost tears, drowning

Cold and desolate is the scene

standing black and white.



The cloak which shades the body, thickens

consuming, like a leech to wounds.

An evenescent black hole

raping, all knowledge gone.



The crimson tears, welling

rivers taint eyes.

A world in cinematic colors

melts into howling winds.



Chained to the wall,

the opponent has the upper hand

staring with a devious sliver

reaching to the womb, life filled.



Snatching the good, once had

taking, devouring, snearing.

Draging up to slam to the ground

and yet needed in the light of day.

COMMENTS

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revblackveil65
13:07 Jul 01 2009

This is good.

It is poignant and visceral.

You are articulate with a good grasp of words and rhythm.

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