Disultory

by Kevin Fitz   Apr 26, 2006


Desultory

A twisted painting, a disaster piece
A broken picture for their eyes to feast

Limbs bound by chains
Blood within their fangs
Steal a taste and see
That this is all of me

Hollowed by your hands
Fashioned all within your plans

Something is all wrong
All the love is gone
My hands aren't giving, they are taking
My heart isn't loving, it is braking

If this is all I am
Purge me from myself.

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