July 19, 2012 § Leave a comment

Trust misplaced
often spoken
Once mended
three times broken

What is this love that stares unblinking?
Straight through the burning sun

Naked, bleeding, trusting, feeding,
hopes and dreams to die for.
Anger burns, and stomachs churn
a sense of justice yearned for.

Piercing eyes as black as night
sift the sin from shadow.
Gorge themselves on waking thoughts
hang with them on the gallows

Unblinking Stare, with golden hair
stand with me on the gallows
Righteous one, I am undone

beside myself with longing


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