Hurt has two paths to follow,
In or Out of you...

With criminals I hang and bleed
as loved ones mourn below...

No chestnuts roasting or carols sung,
eggs shells all around...

It lies dormant out of sight
in need of attention...

Away he walked into the fog,
the evening chilled my bones...

It lives with purpose for us all
though sometimes without cause...

The night dragged on without event
my pulse raced nonetheless...

The questioned posed, before I doze
What is your favorite color...

Alone I sat on the hard wood pew,
back row and out of notice...

Her face contorted to a glare,
an air of hate presided...

Bind his feet and hands real tight
make sure that hes secure...

Past deceit, lies and sins linger
with bones in my closet...