She laughs with me when I need laughter
She lays with me when I can't stand
She stays with me the morning after
And cloaks me in her glissoning vale
I need her more than I need water
Thirst is nothing to this pain
Insanity is adventures daughter
To touch to feel to love to taste
Her sweet chemicals became my master
Carried by a willing vain
First of all she gave me laughter
Then she takes it all away
How eagerly this lambs for slaughter
Subdued my spirit taimmed
I ask her why I need the tourche
I ask her why I need the pain
But there's no awnsers to my question
To reap to rape her only aim
So silence leaves me at morning's alter
And she picks the bones of what remains
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Author:
Anthony woodard (
Offline) - Published: January 16th, 2017 06:46
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Comments2
A powerful lament on lost love - such a moving read Anthony.
Thanks again Fay
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