Smear Us Free
Love takes its toll on every faltering form
Minds are all a blur, a never-ending storm
They all in time take pleasure in other wretches’ pain
Relieving their blistery hearts, subsiding the pouring rain
And as they cite a verse or two, they write it from the heart
Though none of it makes sense at first, at least there is a start
Pandemonium takes the best of a masterpiece at hand
Letting it rot in loneliness, a forsaken piece of land
The mind is screaming sevenfold for comfort and a way
To make others see the good in all that lessens day by day
And the vultures soar upon the earth, with its rancid dead
Stealing away the masterpiece and detaining it instead
They cry in the gravel below for love to overthrow
Never will their cries be heard, and this I only know
For in a deathful life of toil they artfully may say
The words unsaid but written fresh, only to decay
To seep into the ground, and back into the trees
The lead and ink and everything…smearing us free
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