FeathersoftheRuin

Written 19 Dec 2010 The woes of love How they ache like a broadsword pierced through my breast. Damn this hook of longing on which you have me hung Flailing, suspended above your unrequiting heart. And yet you have no idea No knowledge of the agony I suffer at your fingertips. Your scent fills my nostrils, and my head spins. Your deep, smooth voice flows around me, enveloping me Burning away the flesh of my resolve I crumble Seeking desperately a release from your clutches But that damned hook holds me steadfast in your merciless grasp Tears mix with sweat mix with blood The pain clouds my vision I try to call to you, to alert