April 17, 2011
love can wait
my hearts a bait
to fill your hole
and feed on your soul
the monsters dwell
in your own personal hell
room to change
however strange
my throat agast
to change my past
it all erupts
all uncorrupt
my life it cups
to heal the cuts
within the pain
to lose or gain
a life for sale
to triumph or fail

to kiss, to hug
embracing love
to grasp the light
and hold on tight
prehaps with that
outstanding fact
the evil buried
my uplift carried
out of the bitter night
the decil crumbled
my old heart humbled
to free the scattered light

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