His hatred hangs like a hook Though crooked, he is never right They say, it seems to swing that way That’s how it is each and every day
He cannot look to the shadowed He cannot bear to share his light His widowed consort can only stare
Onwards through his harrowing Silence bearing then, his screaming Never caring, broken curses bearing
What can be done to heal those? Locked, heart beating deep in shock Trapped into cavernous corners Crying like corrupted cavalry Over love long lost and choked To the coldest point and having broke
He will not consider those, no Only slither to the shivering throat Of the widowed ones’ lost love Reciting hopeless jokes over and over ‘Cracked are those who confine themselves to corners’
But when it comes to him, in sudden shock When the pain of his coveting stands in the way He will understand, on that depressing dark day The pain he has made the lost love That he so shamefully craved On that dark day, When silence breaks…