the blades of love
slice ego
and where we go
who knows
the wind blows
while blows land
below the belt
who ever felt such pain dealt?
love is sick, and twisted
but we all wish for it
we lust
for someone to trust
then we bust them in the guts
but still dont get enough
or
cut, shredded, bled and beheaded
we strive to feel alive
in the mind of someone kind
who may never arrive
and so we ween ourselves on tigers milk
and spider silk
on vermin and their ilk
how we compromise
rub our eyes till we infer in the blur
oh, it must be her!
these deluded, diluted illusions
coming only in confusion
how they ruin our innocence
in a sense, such senseless sentiments
so irrelevant
are all we get
why?
on this earth?
where flowers spring from dirt?
is there only hurt?
happiness comes
in spurts
but whats that worth?
these false moments cloaked in ignorance
hopelessly soaked in sediments
this sentiment that men sent, who said it meant anything?
who said it best?
that rain is king?
i believe it was a cloud i saw
hovering beautiful in the sky
growing dark
he screamed for thunder
and collapsed to the earth
into the dirt
and so that flower
did spring
in the aftermath
of all that cloud
may never be again.