Split by volition, scalded on florid words
Turbid promises, I still offered my tightest hold
But when you rifled my soul, it bent into blue
Poor heart's shivered, can't find out what to do.
Stricken by fright, sinking with awful doubts
Colliding crooked stones, searching for a safe spout
Transfixing the blasts, throwing all my glooms
Wooping my weals, hanging on the potent doom.
Odd pain was done wrecking my loud masks
Now I'd turned lonesome in the morbid of distrust
Blameless sights opened, hurtful cries still flow
Thorn blood in the mirror remained broke and hollow.
©night_owl
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