I often tell myself to beleive that
lightening never strikes twice.
Never again will I subject myself to be a murdered soul
dead/enticed by
those born unto the sign of disloyalty
masked deception behind bright eyes and smiles.
Telling soothing stories to make the ears
orgasmic/spasmic soul caught up in the haunting words
of a future not intended.
Dependent upon hope that a change will come.
What a fool I appear to be and often feel the same
Shame upon my conscience mind and
lost among the pitied souls buried in darkness
I realize what I have become
A victim of my desires, A pawn in an everlasting game
of spin the bottle.
Intentions are admirable
and dutifully honoring those with hardened hearts
and divided minds.
I release .
I can see the darkness approaching,
yet resolved to turn a blind eye
focusing on personal deeds and good intentions
knowing down-played and forgotten are all these things.
Swept away is my heart a man
A good man, with lots to give
An enduring admiration for those who suffocate my heart
But without, I cannot live.
So I fight in agony knowing the end result.
and again I feel the knife coming down
And again -for allowing it- It's my fault
Will they ever see the light?
The love that stands before them?
playing mind games to divide the emotions with words
though they are truly distorted.
So, What is to become will be what will be.
A man, A good man.
This I shall always be.
But.
Do you know?
©Copyright Benjamin A. Casey 2007
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