The truth


These words aren’t pretty
Yet this is how it is
I’m blood, bone, hate and love
Wrath, faith and violence

It’s not anger that I taste
its a cold sullen bitter rage
It’s a book I no longer wish to read
Go on miscreant,  turn the page

I walk into this tomb
Each and every day
Such a waste of a man
In beautiful decay

It’s death creeping in
Like a long lost lover
Under the sheets to keep me warm
I could not want another

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