Unknown Collectors (Angel of Sadness)
At times we seem together as one
Yet divided, by a separate peace
A fresh piece of carne at a leopards feast
You love your mother, yet you hate your niece
The difference of what we do in life
The suspense your neighbors summon
As you sometimes brutally yet gently massage your wife
This is for my audience, my caretaker
This loneliness that satisfies your heartbreaker
The finale of one journey
Now finer mystery’s path a previous existing path
My weakest subject
Life could never be intensive as math
Once upon a time
We abused these utensils used to pass a laugh
As I lie across this highway
Crossed by an evil smirk, should I die this day
But this is for my audience, my caretaker
This loneliness that satisfies your heartbreaker
One more season to premiere
Unspoken chores
My reason to consider sympathy my dear
My lungs and finger tips
Instruments, hung, and yet linger over infant cribs
Beneath my nails, peeling scabs from my flesh
Seiged in hell, revealing punctured abs
Some old, some fresh
A lasting resting place
Man is passing, time so fragile
Yet it seems to be forever testing this vase
Copyright © Jerry Golden | Year Posted 2007
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