Faking a Feeling
The bitter twist of the knife,
to bleed not for sympathy.
Releases the blood without empathy,
my thoughts will not subside, scour the edge of my fears.
Pierced, poised to keep hidden that lullaby,
I sleep where my soul, dreamless, dies.
Nothing but scars to shatter long-time broken dreams
In smithereens,
sinking in your absence, the catalyst without pain
So stab me now and make me feel again.
Copyright © Rooknroll Queen | Year Posted 2015
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