Lament of My Life
Am I not an empty shell?
A crystal egg if you will, as I slowly swell...
In my excrement's of love,
Am I not a fetus freak?
Abandoned by the love I seek, void full tears...
Am I not a decaying embryo?
If not your love be my foe, a sacrificial lamb...
Forgive me for I not ponder at your empty words
For they are daggers that indiscriminately wander, toward my heart...
Oh such treachery, such calamity...I am defecating in my shell
So full of apathy my love, as you chain up my soul...
Be not thy name of thy bride be sorrow,
For I not see such tomorrows in the skies above...
Am I not a speck of dust?
Floating aimlessly in the cyclone of love,
For I land on the crust, of wasted years...
Am I not a contorted thought?
A tasty morsel left to rot for the vultures...
Am I not buried in a shallow grave?
Where corpses crave love again...
Is not my heart a waking wound?
For it be marooned on the island of Lost Souls
Such tidal waves of Destruction...
Soon my heart shall cease to function, for I be not in love, no more.
March.08.2016 For Contest Lament Of My Life
Copyright © Winged Warrior | Year Posted 2016
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