My heart is broken and
my head, deceived.
My spirit's shattered and
my soul, diseased.
My will is empty and
my flesh is weak.
My master is envy and
his dog is me.
He speaks of beauty which
I fail to see.
And all that blindness
fuels my need
To join in holy
atrophy
Where skin meets skin
like love meets greed.
I seek invasion of my soul,
My master's throne to overthrow,
My soul of darkness to reclaim
with love enough to change my name.
my head, deceived.
My spirit's shattered and
my soul, diseased.
My will is empty and
my flesh is weak.
My master is envy and
his dog is me.
He speaks of beauty which
I fail to see.
And all that blindness
fuels my need
To join in holy
atrophy
Where skin meets skin
like love meets greed.
I seek invasion of my soul,
My master's throne to overthrow,
My soul of darkness to reclaim
with love enough to change my name.
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I'm having a hard time getting past the title of this entry. I feel similarly...
ReplyDeleteI really, really like the breakup of each "line" into two. Emphasizes the subject matter. Well done. Or as Hook would say (here I mean it literally as well): "Good form!"
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