My only shields from madness
are anger, desperation, need.
Don't try to pull me from the wasteland
of all this misery
when you can't begin to love me enough
to break these crippled bones of insanity.
They stand here solid, stripped clean,
glowing with the fury
of an ember trapped in an icicle.
Aug 11, 2013
Aug 11, 2013 at 2:27 PM UTC
My only shields from madness
are anger, desperation, need.
Don't try to pull me from the wasteland
of all this misery
when you can't begin to love me enough
to break these crippled bones of insanity.
They stand here solid, stripped clean,
glowing with the fury
of an ember trapped in an icicle.
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