my heart has gone dark,
catching peripherals of color, content,
drowning in meaning,
Passion, a deep end.
It is easy to feel justified,
but I rage against the world,
because who would I be,
if I did not?
Death, sunken in
to my life-beating heart,
tears glassing over
dismays lodged long ago
wine glazing sour hearts,
gone tender to the beaten touch,
of death, and destruction,
and violence.
Innocence murdered as refuge of void-
the grasp for power, and the cowardice of running from God.
as Satan promises an empty Kingdom,
and normally nothing more,
In all the times I danced,
I was thrown away.
As if competing for my own humanity..
I never made the cut.
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