Eyes made of stone lifelessly stare,
amused as the grotesque faces aplenty morph.

Pearls of wisdom tattered and raped
by opposing actions,
and a scream echoes in my mind.

A war wages savage,
the trickling of bloodied tears,
and the hurt seeps through veins of green.

Oblivion desired and seeked
-the utter solitude for penance

What could have been, would have been
…if not for me…
these jagged edges teased the
fleshed heart of rattled emotions.

The world –the pain, now drowned
in the gurgling pit of still waters,
and behind that mirror,
…those eyes winked sinisterly…
a smile slowly creeping

Alone –the eerie voice rejoiced!
[Now…Love me if you can…]

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