Wednesday, January 30, 2013

Requiem Mass in HeartLand


Days keep turning to nights
Color of the spirit darkening
Doors and windows all close
Happy monsters go away, I chose

People seem strange parasites
Faces beautiful but no respite
Solitude is what heart seeks
Love goes waste, soul reeks

Life is a comma not period
Why hearts then stop at one
No forward from this point of test
Easy for some, impossible for rest

Heart too heavy to swim
in this ocean full of betrayal
Squirming it just wants to end
World not ready to let it vent

Blame not to be played a game
Some just have no jar of shame
The poor boy takes a bad name
No this heart cannot be tamed

Our moon in the dark sky
daring to look him in the eye
Oh don't you tell him the truth
the mirror imagining the shoot

Crackling bottles and guitar tunes
not enough as he needs love
Wonders if the morning will ever come
deceptive night just never ends

Nothing left to lose it seems
fragile mind playing tricks in dreams
Oh the heartsick, they don't heal
Stop this, cure me, give me feel.

3 comments:

  1. So dark!! Indeed a good read, great expression as usual..few lines jaw dropping, eyes-popping, mind-thundering. "Life is a comma not period
    Why hearts then stop at one
    No forward from this point of test
    Easy for some, impossible for rest"

    this stanza is hypnotically amazing.

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  2. "Crackling bottles and guitar tunes
    not enough as he needs love"
    *understands*

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