you're a lie  
a painted smile
your comfort caused me grief
at last you sowed
this lily closed
with words I wont repeat

shrugs and scowls aim down
to wilt the last of summer's bloom
you once would speak
of love so meek
but never liked it's tune

a shadow cast
a frame does pass
the lamp beneath the snare
what depth could purge
this painful serge?
of that, I'm now aware

you killer
you pain
you depth of grave
by day you are consumed
with deafened ears
no cry or tear
is cared for by the moon

light dimly lit
cold dark past
you dig down where you lie
I've been released
beyond your reach
upon the brighter side

vania gottschalk
5/11/2012