Saturday, July 5, 2008

Angina Striking My Pain


Cleansing of the heart, how is that possible when there is no heart.
Condemned to darkness, Consumed by bitterness, nothing left to be than to have your own shadow for company.

Cynical they say I am, yes that is true,
But no one knows that it was fed to me by them.

Seduced by the glitter and light, attracted to all the blushes and smiles, without knowing the lies I fell once but I won't fall again.

This rhapsodic throe of loneliness and pain I felt has numbed my being of love and want. Yet this insecure heart longs for love ashamed to accept the dawn to come........