Tuesday, 16 June 2015

Choose



Some hearts are so split open
You see bleeding in dying eyes
Others get so badly burnt
They taste bitter char on blistered kiss

Some have a lust so vanquishing
You feel them beat their sensuality to death
Others with a lust so debilitating
They stumble in shadowed feelings and miss.

Some with a love so desperate
You smell them in their foetid fear
Others with a love so disfiguring
They hold their faith in a knot wizened fist.

She owns hate to keep
her company; Scorn to keep
her warm; Fear to keep
her lonely - safe from being harmed.

You choose.