JAGGED RUSTED DAGGERS
WORDS CUT INTO FLESH
TONGUE TORTURED TURMOIL
A CHILDHOOD NOT LAID TO REST
A VIRUS HIDING DORMANT
DEEP WITHIN ITS PIT
AWAKEN IT WILL BITE YOU
INFECTIOUS SPREADING SPIT
WORDS HOW THEY BEAT YOU
BATTERED BROKEN BONE
A STILLNESS IN THE DARKNESS
A BITTERED SOUL ALONE
HOW DO WE STOP THIS?
THIS TANGLED WEB WE WEAVE
PATTERNED IN OUR CORE
TUCKED AWAY… UNSEEN
WHY DO WE UNEARTH IT
MAKE IT GO AWAY
WHY DO WE HOLD ON TO
THAT WHICH LEADS ASTRAY
REFLECTION… REJECTION… STUCK ON REPEAT
AND SO WE WALK THIS ROAD ONCE MORE
UPON… BEATEN TATTERED FEET
HE WHO SPEAKS WITH JAGGED TONGUE
SHOULD BE WEARY OF THE SONGS HE HAS SUNG
FOR HE BE KNOWN AS NOT A GENT…
BUT A WICKED ONE…
WRITTEN BY: MARY LOU SANDLER (MARY L. CARTER) -JULY 5, 2005
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