Sweet screams of sanguine dreams
suffering whole within my soul.
Crimson tears wept over the years,
tearing the flesh, taking its toll.
Emotionless masks, forever it lasts,
never tossed, playing the role.
Filling a niche of darkest pitch,
my inky heart of blackest coal.
Who the hell knows all the cares
all the woes of all those around.
Their lives a blink, a chain, a link,
an ebon gem tossed to the ground.
Never missed, no longer loved,
off the list, gone without a sound.
Such broken hearts, such beaten hopes,
chained alone, for all time bound.
Pure pain sings bright
to agonies succulent delight,
the lights now dim and dark.
Free to fear lifes
unyielding veneer, year after year,
till death leaves his mark.
When the thread ends and
the bulb flickers out,
formless forevermore in pit or park.
Asleep it seems in wicked dreams
unraveling at the streams
realization now stark.
L8r
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