Happy with this life,
They feel a god's love embrace.
Whispers too low to hear,
Never to question anything.
And They are the Lucky Ones.
A Restless Mind:
A double-edged sword.
Cut the binding rope,
Inflict unsealing wounds
In your tender heart.
Writhe in the pew,
Boil under the Seams.
Why did I ask?
Mar 19, 2014
Mar 19, 2014 at 10:12 AM UTC