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Feigned Saint


 
Prone I lay  
a'weeping.
Stiff I'll stay
a'keeping.
Pain and taint
my bodystain.
All at hands
one surgeon..
feigned Saint!
 
Prefixed to mend
every skin line,
blatant un-bend-
le'me cry awhile..
 
Never was lifespan
a bonafide..
A'weeping in keeping
-never justified-
 
Back to basics
I shed off old skin.
Desires, aplenty
prey upon mend.
 
Every Lifestone of year-
total sum of all good.
I burn to disappear..
this missing? none should.
Scraping recollection-
I tamp down despair.
Craved on affection
lands me empty nowhere.
 
Jinxed to a pin point
a speck minus sublime.
Tears spill ever swift
in limerick'd cry..
Written by darksighs
Published | Edited 20th Jul 2015
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