Old Wounds

The obnoxious sound of heartbeats boom Drumming incessantly overhead Here I sit in the belly of your gloom Wanting for your blighted affection Play me not for such a saccharine foal Meet my adulations or better yet I implore you to devour me whole Spring born now matured for slaughter Pick at old wounds crudely glued in youth They bleed no more than hollow slights A broken reflection of errant truth Stilling my stagnant satisfaction Quiet now your gallery of shrift hired fill They continue to convey my words As an infant's nonsensical swill Of unrequited devotion If my notions cloy too heartily on your soul Please silence my still, beaten heart Embraced lovers transform to coal Ashes of tenderness forsaken