resting on open veins
as the shoulders sag and droop and twist
as the burden carried refused to lift,
the last hope of loves resurrection dies
drowning in tears internally wept,
you’ll sleep the night but that’s ok
sleep forced, over tired and drunk,
you can ride the coat tails of dreams
never know where your treasure’d sunk
a house that will vibrate a hateful roar
amour turned noir, its putrid face a snarl,
a smarter clown would walk the sunset
this overbite rests on my open veins,
happiness is now a felt despair and hopelessness
pulsating the walls with succinct zeal and bravery,
anger throbs as the foundations begin to sweat detritus
it’ll take more than a shattered soul to tame this slavery,
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