Dying again

Hearts together fell to the floor
Another love walking out the door,
Burns the flame ever higher
Purge the heart of all desire.

The Dark Lord of the broken dreams
Dwelling in the shadows' dance,
To the tune of silent screams
The eulogies of a failed romance.

He clears the shelf to add one more
A new trophy of another death,
Borne from the colors of the shore
Where promise took its final breath.

The Lord sits now upon his throne
Beneath him epitaphs in darkness moan,
Waiting for the heart to heal
To resurrect the chance to feel.

menoh

I am a button pusher. I stir up trouble. It is what I do. I live in the borders between light and dark. I can write about beautiful things, and joy and love, but I find I am more creative when i write about the dark. I love to hold a mirror up to the...

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