Cancerous Love

November 28, 2011
The etching on my window sill lead me to believe it’s over,
I bare no truth in it’s company,
I want to breathe I want to live
I open up to all the dark things lurking in my soul
and wonder can I bear what I have become and tell no one what I have done
and hold no truth bound by the outer society’s rules and regulations
but to keep it all to my lonesome
my burden
my love
my bane
the truth would kill
and maim
and burn
it hides in it’s dark hole and leaves nothing to shame
it burns and cools the touch of my thoughts that dare to bring it up
my love
my curse
my cancerous love

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