A Dead Word
A dying word echoes your life
The past will come; the future will die
Faith will fall, just as you need
If light would rise, you’d make it disease
In this word everything fades
What you like; what you distaste
The dark becomes your flavour of truth
And in this world, hope is removed
A lonely word so sure to bring
A haunting pain that makes monsters sing
Where nothing comes because nothing is
The purest hate will spread from your bliss
And since the day you held that dead word
So close to heart, it’s all you have shared
You circle through the life that is death
Through rape and spells you steal what’s left
And since the day you held on too close
You kill yourself in each living host
And now you see the world is so clear
You twisted love when love was your fear
Copyright © Ian Petch | Year Posted 2008
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