Poetic Cries
Losing senses. . .
. . .taste, and touch
All because. . .
. . .I loved too much
This is what's
become of me
A monster; cruel
too tough to
bleed
Lose myself. . .
in hate, and pain
. . .Instead of sun-
shine, there is
rain. . .
. . .I can't
explain. . . I just
can't see
. . .I can't
explain. . . What's
. . .gone
in me. . .
This is what's
become of me
A monster; cruel
too tough to
bleed
I lift my hands
. . .to you
but you don't care
to lift me. . .
There's so much pain
you've put me
. . .through
and now this black
is all I see. . .
This is what's
become of me
A monster; cruel
too tough to
bleed
In one hand
. . .is my halo
We have sung this song
before. . .
On the other hand
. . .I've let go
But greedy hands
want more. . .
This is what's
become of me
A monster; cruel
too tough to
bleed
Copyright © Dana Smith | Year Posted 2010
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