In this dark time you hold my heart, still I treat you like a godsend
Could you take my
hand, hold it close? Until the end?
Could you take my
pain or should I be reborn, to alter
This life so far
I failed,
To Live again, to
take the blood of innocents on the altar
Of dementia. Babe?
Could you take my hand? I promise I’ll forget the slaughter
That you still
called her.
Familiar soothing
scents make a vortex around me, you smell as only art could
As only I could tell..., as I feel in
the eye of the storm, where the calm gets you to godhood
Too bad I’m so
obvious, as only a dog’s love could show you, I dared...
Too bad some are
oblivious to the grey on my shoulders I bear
Babe? Could you
take my pain?
Forgive my
kisses, I could not abstain
It was your wish,
the wish you were afraid of,
I was brave enough
to upheld
True, I dement it
again ...
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