In The
Cracks
The
devils of melancholic oppression’s always in session
Their
demons assessing your weakness for possession
Sweetness
and smiling, like chocolate so inviting
You
always succumb to their succulent seduction
Vermouth,
cocaine whatever canes the pain
Or the
cuts that raise Cain to inflict, burn or stain
This is a
train that moves simultaneously in both directions
Your
action it’s observation to bring you down into dereliction
Careening
is that feeling of happiness but you’re falling
The surging
of your blood crying
You’re
smiling and mortality is a mere banality
Fallen
man, wretched woman as life balances precariously
But hear
that cry thru’ the ether
It’s
mother who loved or you never knew
Listen as
she tries to rescue
Love’s a
true value
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