Friday 25 July 2008

Empty Victory

Retain the grace to face your irritant head on little one
Within my snarling need to rip limb from limb
I find a peace, a solace and some small pleasure
You breathe life into my stone clad heart
Feed my hunger to conquer
and serve it all up.... cold
Yet you do not impress me
How very empty and still you seem
In finding no fight I can see your fall
A feigned struggle against empty bonds
That is all.


~ Copyright Charlotte Sometimes (SRWB) 2008

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