- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Razors Edge
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Desperation sings in melodic shame.
A heart is chained to senseless pain.
No answers were found in the words of man.
No peace is wrought in a spiritual plan.
Death ponders silence, his sickle poised.
In the clamor of evil and its din of noise.
The bells ring clear on this path to hell
No love is envisioned from this shrouded veil
A divining hand strokes the razor’s edge.
Parting my soul with a bloody wedge.
Evil burns in heinous delight,
Driving this heart from the healing light.
All the while, her laughter is heard,
In her ignorant bliss, insane, absurd.
Clueless to her havoc, devastatingly cruel.
Blind to the certainty of her mortal soul.
I stand at ready, in hatred, in pain.
My soul is in bondage, broken, insane.
I question the path of filling my heart,
In anger and vengeance, I take my part.
I die within from the unharnessed rage,
Of emotional warfare, relentless, un-gauged.
The spoils of war are not to be.
Only the cruelty that is killing me.
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