Lost souls, potentially
Screaming, taunting eardrums feverishly

Soft sedated voices seducing you
In under tones that break an unmistakable mold
‘You’re still doing what you’re told’
Sweetheart, it’s just getting old

The loveliest times now left underplayed
So undersold;
As all the joys
We’d come to know lie overshadowed
By a single rose, a bloodied knife
For the third day in a row

And off white crystals
Come toppling down
A Midwest snow
Thinking now to myself
How previously personal amends were broke

Exed-out, hexed and awoke
I haven’t forgotten a word you promised
Let alone spoke
Or missed a thought, a line or a call
But somehow, still,
You’re appalled

And I’m afraid of it all
Tortured, tried and tolled
By all the love I let slip through
And all the debts my soul must owe you


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