BLED
Spilling. It is on my head
But I am control
It only has to ask
Where is the heart
Dead as the soul
Silent as your god
Where is the truth
The dreams have been bled
Their empty carcass grins
It eats your hope alive
Who creates the illusions
Drink them in like death
Pick them apart like sanity
What defines the color red
Nearly as beautiful as the dark
Is it another of your lies
Rip apart and shred away
Like the flesh between your teeth
I want your mind
On a plate of ashes
Drained and broken
Like you're trying to make me
None of the cuts
Can set the reality free
Hate is not a mere emotion
It is a ruler, a god
It devours your world
© 1996 Kelly Turner
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