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Sunday 27 March 2022

Sweet-mare

 Words fall short in abundance

And in absence, they scream

An escape in self-defense

To stand up and fight an unholy innocence
Warriors of shame; retreat

Red, meaty and extrovertedly amped
A freshly debilitated hearty rapture
Unsure of a homeland; found its way
On an island of fearless vamps
Where the victims dance in bittersweet torture

Tears run dry, everytime
And I leave the chatroom tamed
A frenzy of an existential philosophy
A scripture that holds the power of divine
Textual godliness is in question and I wish I was given a different name

Be careful when you speak and you mustn't ask why
A blasphemous bait will take you to the graves
of the unspeakably wretched wives
Then where would you find that island of joy
When you're seiged to the red room of harrowing caves

Remorse takes over all love, to your surprise
For the remaining pieces of your worn out heart
They burn to tar
A rightful funeral rightfully deprives
They shame us and tear us apart

Your fate will laugh at your determined choice
A mockery at your unjust demise
Hedon stricken; hellbound bastard child
Your descend is a preset device
They hold the reigns of your rainbow puppet's vice

Fa

Rhyme scheme: ABCAB - 1,4 - 2,5
Stanza length: 5 lines
Total stanza: 6