in comforting sameness
by Charri Hensley on Monday, 27 June 2011 at 12:44 ·
counting the stars just to forget your face,
my love of you is not my prison,
only my purgatory,
self flagellation to what point?
this hell with it's comforting sameness,
this animated corps i call my home,
of heart beating with flesh and bone,
how doth all sadness call me home.
faith like painted ashes upon the wind,
pain for one moment, as six thousand years,
garishly beautiful twin of Rembrant twisted in gloom.
your love of me, my nemesis,
limbs as scythe on skin.
mind and soul broken vessels,
with nothing there to hold.
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