Monday, November 02, 2009

That's about - It (heart)

It never stopped to yearn,
So I lived ignoring its ways
Made my truth and convinced the system to believe
- it does not exist

Forced sleep upon dream drenched eyes
to forget its needs
built concrete structures of memories around
and concealed it inside casks of silence

Only to realize that it shows out between
the lacerated curtains of fleshless scaffold

- my bloody heart!