Long Song loneliness Poems

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