::: Romance Lost :::

Death stalks me like a sweetheart
Rushes up and then just lets me be
All together my life comes apart
And I keep watching but I cant see

Brush away the dead canaries
And put a picture on the desk
Another charm on the keys
And a dead carnation on your vest

Pound the swords into plowshares
And the romance into bell curves
Atop all the freshly painted prayers
Only Satans corporate doeuvres

Pull out the dreams and polish
Cry a tear for all the windmills
Look to progress instead of solace
Hope is just another bitter pill

Written by: ~ Blind Pathos

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