Oh serrated edges,
Of the words that seep
Into my ears from filthy lips
Releasing them like poison
Floating freely through the hazy air.
They slash and bruise my beating heart
With their flipantly broken edges,
They dig out painful memories
From far beneath the scar tissue
That once hid them from thought.
Oh darting eyes,
Search through the mysteries
To maybe discover a hidden escape,
A passage back to pleasant dreams,
Far away from evil thoughts
And vainly spoken words.
Oh idle minds,
That weave loosely tattered garments
Thrown together with no second glance at detail.
They let the garbage mix unevenly
With the good
And ignorant minds don't seem to see
The error of their ways.
Oh bubbling brew,
Toxic tonic burning as I gulp it down,
Swirling thoughts more evil than before
Lost within my own intoxication
Bleeding though I feel numb to the pain.
Oh prison walls,
Built by hands commanded by a wicked broken heart
And steely bars rust with age,
And lock me deep within
My heartache.
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