Concentric Rings

concentric

Storm clouds rolling overhead
Raining down memories like molten lead
It feels like Hell, it tastes like wine
Sipping sorrows from the glass of time

Cast another stone into still waters

A fear founded, a lover met
Am I the Duke of Class, or household pet
One to sedate, one to satisfy
A heavenly gift, or a heinous crime

Cast another stone into still waters

A lonely kingdom, an empty bed
Upon a razor pillow I rest my head
Her tender insults ,and passionate lies
My silent screams, and muffled cries

Cast another stone into still waters

A thought unspoken, yet so much said
A private invitation written blood-red
Dressed in your best for my suicide
One last kiss, then we wave goodbye

Cast another stone into still waters

The damned and the demons await the dead
The self-loathing soul’s bitter end
A fate foretold in words of the wise
The mother of misery is Truth compromised

Cast another stone into still waters

Cast another stone

Into my still waters

 

 

~CLS~

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