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I tell her sleep…sleep now There is only the place where love isn’t and it is dark and quite cold It’s alright to sleep Soon enough the war cry will begin anew Get on with it Keep on keeping on Get a move on All of these and more Assaulted with cliches she falls in line to avoid the blood letting Bear witness to the unruly beat of my neglected heart She beats her wings to battered on the inside of the bars; to no avail So she sits on her perch and stares out through the thick black lines that separate her vision into columns love with fangs comes to call occasionally It will feast gently on her large artery Just barely tasting the sweetness of lifeblood on the surface Shuddering in ecstasy in recognizing its preciousness and in the thrill of the innocent being so shamelessly, unquestioningly, trusting; giving, blind. It drinks willfully from that fount of pure emotion Lapping up the attention like the syrup of life But forgets that it’s not the only one that needs feeding and shuts off the tap when her heart begs refilling of any kind and her wings are tired scrambling over the wall retreating to a safe distance to watch the scavengers fly overhead waiting for her cries to fade til’ she becomes only a papery shell
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May 9, 2012
May 9, 2012 at 2:05 PM UTC
i tell her sleep
I tell her sleep…sleep now There is only the place where love isn’t and it is dark and quite cold It’s alright to sleep Soon enough the war cry will begin anew Get on with it Keep on keeping on Get a move on All of these and more Assaulted with cliches she falls in line to avoid the blood letting Bear witness to the unruly beat of my neglected heart She beats her wings to battered on the inside of the bars; to no avail So she sits on her perch and stares out through the thick black lines that separate her vision into columns love with fangs comes to call occasionally It will feast gently on her large artery Just barely tasting the sweetness of lifeblood on the surface Shuddering in ecstasy in recognizing its preciousness and in the thrill of the innocent being so shamelessly, unquestioningly, trusting; giving, blind. It drinks willfully from that fount of pure emotion Lapping up the attention like the syrup of life But forgets that it’s not the only one that needs feeding and shuts off the tap when her heart begs refilling of any kind and her wings are tired scrambling over the wall retreating to a safe distance to watch the scavengers fly overhead waiting for her cries to fade til’ she becomes only a papery shell
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May 9, 2012
May 9, 2012 at 2:05 PM UTC
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