A Shepherd of Lost Souls (Prolong the Inevitable Pt. Ii)
a thin presence
in a dark, well tailored suit
catches your eye from the corner
silently,
offers a cigarette
& you understand,
that he would.
before you know it,
there's ash at your finger tips
& a business card
printed blood on blood
his dark; the void beyond blackness,
yours red & drying
soul signed away
on a paper napkin
all because no one accepted
the heart
you gladly poured out
a glass of fresh bitter truth
with a pulpy center
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