“For who can bear the whips and scorns of time?
The pangs of despised love?”
For sins the soul lays pray
To the vultures hovering above.
The body’s insides left to melt
In the sun’s tenacious heat.
While the heart aches from pain dealt
And barely keeps a beat.
Feb 15, 2011
Feb 15, 2011 at 9:31 AM UTC
“For who can bear the whips and scorns of time?
The pangs of despised love?”
For sins the soul lays pray
To the vultures hovering above.
The body’s insides left to melt
In the sun’s tenacious heat.
While the heart aches from pain dealt
And barely keeps a beat.