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Madness
Madness..........is it my perceived reality our yours?
Can you see through my eyes, the torrid life of a forgotten whore?
The jagged pieces that are left of me,
Floating in a tumulus sea.
The thousand tears that I have shed,
The vile blood that still runs red.
The "Who" you see is not who I am,
Too tired, too old, to have faith again.
Pondering this thing that we call life,
Once was raw......like Satans wife.
Exquisite torture, no physical pain.
A broken soul, never whole again.
Little insights I give to you,
Never false, never true.
Interpretation is up to you.
Can you see through my eyes, the torrid life of a forgotten whore?
The jagged pieces that are left of me,
Floating in a tumulus sea.
The thousand tears that I have shed,
The vile blood that still runs red.
The "Who" you see is not who I am,
Too tired, too old, to have faith again.
Pondering this thing that we call life,
Once was raw......like Satans wife.
Exquisite torture, no physical pain.
A broken soul, never whole again.
Little insights I give to you,
Never false, never true.
Interpretation is up to you.
Published 8th Sep 2014
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