Truth is, at times,
my heart is cold as stone
I am empty like
Liza’s bucket with the hole
A bottomless flask
of alcohol
No emotions at
all
Acid in the rain
That void in the
storm
Lost in the brain
Far from the norm
Truth is, at times,
I don’t give a shit
I see the world
for what it is
A disease
Man is a disgrace
Racing towards
the edge of a flat world
Sometimes I am
so enraged I could kill
Steal a life that
bills my happiness
But I will not
stain my soul’s cleanliness
Truth is, at times,
there are no rhymes
To even begin
describing my sentiment
I’ve not
deciphered its language yet
Sometimes I forgive
but do not forget
All my regrets
My love has no
debt
I’ve kept
it burning red
And I’ll
keep it burning till I’m dead
Truth is, at times,
I am raped
By a passion for
a life of love and hate
I’ve placed
many a sanction upon fate
Late reactions
to an early grave
Fractions of satisfaction
you try to save
From this corruption
you escape
Hurt but safe
Wounds heal but
fears you must face
C. Enyo
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Enyo, 2009
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