Ponder

Take the time to think
Instead of talk
As you clear
The past
Do you feel the fear loom
As you see the doom
Seeping through
The cracks
The secret hides all it’s bona fides
And its will survives
As a sharpened knife
Prepares to stab it in the back
Binds the ears
Kills the eyes
Blinds the senses
Scars the tracks
The ideas that form
They motivate your hands
Clawing at the heart
Of one who understands
Sense the fatal charms
Of your overburdened toy
Killing your dreams
Though they would not be destroyed
Squeezing on your soul
Now a gaping hole
Love that cannot be
Taken back
Power of a god
In a lonely man
Just want’s what you do
Covert the gaze
At the blood upon your hand
Serrations cutting
To the heart of the man
His mind all bloodied
Is he the one
He hasn’t a heart
Gave you one
His own self-neglect
A knife against his neck
Calls the reaper
Now here you come
Like a mirror in his mourning
Filled with moon and shattered sun
Black heart that he placed in your shivering hands
Lived like cancer
Made him understand
When your thoughts become nightmares
Imagine how he bleeds
A man going nowhere
Who doesn’t know his dreams
Seems you’re in his head
Warming his bed
His love he cannot
Turn off
And so your thoughts
Smear the blood across his past
He’s your obedient dog
Your loving man
Feels your love for him
But doesn’t understand

© 2005, Mosquitobyte