mtrotter1

My Body In Chains

And love lies bleeding on a dead rose

Deeply untitled is the poetry that is most haunting

Behold these dead politics, they are not alluring

I find dead bodies to be essential

And crucial are the loved liars who feel the brink

Someday I will discover

My only being on this earth

There is so much power in the presentation

I find love to be perceptive

And the caliber of lies initiates the spark

And the stars are crucial to my being

And I think about the rendezvous of law

How merciful it must be to be appalled

How poetry dimes the future expense

And law is such a crucial thing, of course

For what is the waking pearl?

I shine upon the presence of my shallow being

At last the dutifulness of my soul,

For the soul reaches high remarks

And a lover\'s gaze is solid

Sink down my moonshine\'s rose

For I am present...

And it is kind of thrilling

To be struck by beauty,

For beauty is crucial, I hope

And there\'s such a talent in circumstance

To be beholden by the factual

What must we do to secure the evidence?

Oh my body in chains is such a gift

For the gift of suffering is at a loss,

For I will lose my life in chains

And the loneliness is so pure, I digress

Rush me to the roses, oh lord, oh lord

For once again, I am different

Let violence surpass me

Within the emptiness of my presence...alas

True love has escaped me once again

My body in chains is crucial

Long live the days that are livid

For livid is my soul once again

For I am Cupid;

And long live the wings of Cupid

Which are fragile,

For this beaming scenario

Shall free me...

Long live my body in chains...

May my blood behold the vision of my imminence

Guilty flaws are guilty

And don\'t be bitter about my suspense

For love is resistance,

How shall you secure my circumstance?