Given to that strange, that
changed the heart of it all,
Squeeze that thing and let it
all fall,
Halfway to feeling, but the
nail is numb,
Trickling down, the parts are
the sum,
No creature, blackened, once
noble,
Terrible, that thing, strewn
about what once was
whole,
The madness, the disease, that
swallowed him with
ease,
No knight, no angel, scabbed
and scarred,
battered and charred, burned
to the core,
That bitter sore, picking away
itching too deep,
Sour inside, no soul to
keep,
Sold and forgotten, bitter
and rotten,
Never say love again,
Steel heart, blackened, forever
here to remain.
Just the pain...
-END-
D.C. Chapman 9/4/2011
