Panic stricken rage illuminates the room
A blood soaked dove crashes into her cage
An aspiration of the fall of innocence
The epiphany of hate regarding the love of something lost
Is it love or lust that haunts our groins?
The darkness in our hearts that seek service
Our minds as black as coal seek solitude
Bodies shivering under the hate we do create
And what the moon that doth bless our souls
Impenetrable defenses part their ways in hopes to allow peace
But cold bodies cringe together
Keeping out the warmth of love and friendship that linguers about the world
'Twas never a question of the canny ability
For the only question was letting it in
Through our shivered bodies we long for heat
Our closed minds do create an artificial heat that is embraced.
© 2007 Cold Painted Hue
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