May 28, 2008
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He smiles his venom
Bittersweet the taste
He takes as he wishes
Leaving ash in his wakeHis kingdom come
His will be doneShe mends the pieces
With her raw exposed heart
Tears planting the seeds
Of tomorrow vague and darkLost ink on parchment
Scrolls crumble with timeHe smiles his venom
Bittersweet the taste
This facade has walls
Of solid mortar and fateUnable to breath
She slowly suffocatesThe Earl of Amour-Propre
Smiles through his venom
Believing his own untruths
So to justify his kingdomBeware stone walls
Built on crumbling earth
Comments (1)
whew…profound my friend….very deep indeed.