Thursday, October 14, 2010


Iron tears
hands tied up
this prison of love
where I spend centuries
trying to find
the way out
every night
I break free
every morning
in chains again
made from that blooded silk
of your absence
from that blooded silk
of my yearning
to taste your skin and lose my self in you
bonds of my heart
hurt by my bondage
I dig with my nails
a tunnel off your love
every night
and every morning
behind bars again... 

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